FRIENDS of MAN MEMBERS UNITE

[sonjanine]

Abby was sitting on one of the sofa's in the old house. She knew there were dogs that thought like she did and they had come to her land. Abby was a Britanny Spaniel and she still was wearing her collar . She was young but she ruled this part of the world. Now she wanted to know who all were here and how many dogs she had under her. The old house was the base of this group even if there were a lot of other places within this groups country where a dog could have fun.

Jumping from the sofa she wandered round the room. Would there indeed already be others or had her nose been wrong. Jumping back on the sofa, she lay down and waited. No they would come. Within the next two days all dogs beloning to Friends of Man, her pack, would come and she would know them all then. It was time to get together and maybe there would be a nice male... Abby shook her head. No that was the heat talking. This was a serious business and she would not let her hormones get in the way.

[greenstreet]

Gorgie slipped in through the rooted wooden front door, hanging tilted on it's hinges. She had gotten the message that there was to be a pack meeting not two hours earlier, but by some lapse of memory, had forgotten where the meeting place was supposed to be. So she had wandered about for a bit until she smelled someone, hoping that this dog would know where she was supposed to be going. She knew the dog was one of her pack - she smelled like the musty, hay filled barn and the sweet corn of the field.

She slid in, not as gracefully as she would have liked, and found a patched brittany huddled onto the couch. She cleared her throat, calling attention to herself. "Good morning!" she said with an unusually large grin. She was about to feel very stupid, so she preferred that she seemed friendly while doing it. "You wouldn't happen to know where we're supposed to be meeting for this...urm...this meeting, would you?"