Stone Circle Why should I worry?

Thankfully, the girl wasn't too good at playback just yet. She got the pronunciation all wrong, and Murdock latched onto this mistake with fervor. "Yeah - Sit, sit sit!" he chanted, hoping that the repetition of this word would wash the oath from her tiny little brain. If that didn't work, then tug certainly would.

He was surprised at the ferocitity with which she descended on the doormouse, considering its initial lukewarm reception. He supposed she just didn't know what to do with it, but the taste of blood would soon set her straight.

Murdock mostly stayed still, but waggled his head from side-to-side on occassion, dragging her this way and that. He was careful not to jerk to hard, not wanting to hurt her little neck, but half the fun of tug was being swung around by a bigger wolf, wasn't it? Sadly, that part of the game was now lost to the male, but he could still facillitate for the younger generations.