*Today's* today's update

[dogavon]

Objects sniffed: 203
Objects chewed: 1
Objects eaten: 9
Object shagged: 1 (twice)
Objects relocated to somewhere no being is ever likely to discover them: 1

Objects of special olfactory interest:

• Clothes, bed, and tasty stuff in room six.
• Avon's crotch
• The cupboard under the food counter that no-one's opened for a week.
• Stark's footwear
• Long, fluffy

Comments

[comradecally]

[Just so long as that relocated object is not Orac, my canine friend. Vila tried that once, and I wreaked a terrible vengeance.]

[dogavon]

[Is confused at Cally's telepathic image. Orac smells *horrible* Who'd want to do anything interesting with that? ]

[comradecally]

[Smirks. I have a number of interesting things to try with it, should it prove uncooperative.]

[kerr_avon]

So, it wasn't Vila who ate the haggis. GOOD dog. [mutter- I'm only grateful whoever thought it was funny putting it in our... Blake's...room didn't see what happened when Blake said it was delicious and made me try it. Now I know how he survived. The man has a cast-iron stomach.]

[dogavon]

[basks in pleased-master pleasure]

[kerr_avon]

[Checks that no one is around and rubs Cur's ears] I should get back to the flight deck, and I'm sure you have something to destroy somewhere. [Sudden wicked thought makes him grin]. Now, if you could only teleport to Servalan whenever you feel the need to disgorge inedibles...I'm sure her shoes would make the perfect receptacles. [Thinks very hard about Servalan. Cur quivers all over and whines, tail tucked beneath his belly.] Never mind then.

[comradecally]

[Thinks very hard about Servalan. Cur quivers all over and whines, tail tucked beneath his belly.]

(Semi-OOC: [blinks] Avon, I had no idea. She is rather lovely naked, isn't she?)