"WHAT! No it's not," Doggo said angerly.
Greater dog, who was sitting across from him, responded by violently shaking his head up and down, slobber flying everywhere. Doggo flinched a fleck of spit hit his cheek, and wiped it away with two fingers.
"Sorry hun, but he's not lieing," Dogressa said.
"Four aces, clear as day," Dogamy finished.
Suddenly, Doggo rose from his chair, which fell back with a crash. "You know I can't see "clear as day", Dogamy!" Doggo snapped. Dogamy and Dogressa were taken aback by the responce, and each held each other closer. Greater dog didn't even react to the hostility, and merrily picked up the dog treats off the table as Doggo eyed enviosly.
"Whatever. I'm going outside for some dog treats," he said flatly. He rose from his chair and stormed out of the pub, leaving everyone in silence.
Once outside, Doggo muttered a few curse words under his breath, and pulled out his treats and a match-box from his leopard-print pants. It was late out in snowdin, so there was hardly any motion at all, just a few branches swaying in the breeze. The canine struck the match against the fabric of his pants. Then again. And again.
"Damn... match... WON'T LIGHT!" he barked, and bit down on the treat in frustration. It tasted... sweet?
These things don't actually taste all that bad... he pondered. Maybe I- MOVEMENT.
Doggo's train of thought was completely derailed by some form of new movement from the trees. He instictively dropped the treat and matches, drawing his swords from their sheaths and weilding them his signature style.
"I saw something move. I know I did," he assured himself. He took a few cautious steps toward the underbrush. "I warn you! I can see thing that can move!"
His shout frightened whatever was hiding, and it took of with a squeek, bushy tail behind it. Doggo recognized the creature instantly.
"SQUIRREL!!!" he screamed.
Abandoning his swords, he took off after it on all fours, kicking up a flurry of snow.
"Squirrel?" said doggressa, head perking up. All the dogs looked to each other for a moment, then bounded out the door with a synphony of barks and growls, abondoning their weapons and armour on the floor.
The people of Snowdin weren't getting any sleep tonight. That was certain.
