Something little, black tan and wrapped in red paced trough the hallways of the great mesa, accompanied by a metallic tinkling.
tink tink tink
The toy male was a mess of anxiety and worry. He thought that surely, by now the old year had faded and the new begun - and he fully missed the send-off! Usually, the party would be hosted by his Ma, in their luxurious beachfront estate, attended by all the people who treated her well as well as their dogs, and there would be much popped champagne bottles and eaten
hors d'oeuvres - all of which would all make for a downright extravagant way to celebrate the change of calendar.
And now... it had been nearly a full month since
Mr. Friedman left him in out here. The little guy would often prowl around the outskirts of Akashigo in search of his Ma, but there were no traces of her or anyone who could be searching for him in her stead. Could it be that she had...?
No! His Ma would
never abandon him! Surely there was some explanation, some good reason why he was still among these un-neutered, raw-meat-eatin', foul-smellin' savages!
Well, not that they were savages in the traditional sense. Untrained and unvaccinated, sure, but they had manners and grace. Still, he had grown tired of the unfamiliarity of the culture and longed for familiarity and comfort, for the soft embrace of his personal human...
tink tink tink
Dispirited and looking no further than his beany toes, Gucci didn't see the female, larger that most of those who lingered in Akashigo, until she spoke. He let out a bit of a surprised yelp at that, but composed himself, feeling that if his little heart skipped another beat he might just drop dead.
"Oh, apologies Miss, ah ain't seen ya." From his perspective it was hard to look upon the whole of another canid, but she seemed a slender, black and grey thing.
She gave him news that had his ears perking up.
"Prince? Like, o' a country?" His little maw gaped. He heard of pets inheriting their master's wealth or property, but he was sure no-one had ever given a dog the status of royalty.
" 'F course am goin wi' him!" The toy stomped his paw. "Ahv got the moster important job o' a-keepin' poor recoverin' Crawfeather in a good mental health! Show me where they moved him. 'N' who moved 'im? He needs gentle care n, n good support t' walk at this point, recovery's a tough job y'see it takes much n, n..."
The dog prattled on.