8: This is his version of a bad mood

[fetchthestick]

What're those things? The things with... they look like... their heads are like people's but they have hooves and fingers too. I never seen nothing like them, but I can't touch 'em.

[Annoyed huff]

... This chicken's mine you can't have it.

[Thom is in the buffet crouching jealously over a full roast chicken he seems to have nabbed from a table

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[pimp_hat]

[Oh dammit that doesn't sound good at all.]

Dom, but da chicken back now.

[He's trying to hide his irritation but it's getting harder lately.]

[fetchthestick]

's mine I found it.

[Food possessiveness. One of the strongest instincts a dog can have.]

[pimp_hat]

Don't care if joo found it. Put it back and find sometin' else.

[fetchthestick]

But I don't wanna.

[imsorryimissed]

Thom? Where've you been?

[Oleg's all angry, too. He's missed his friend, DAMMIT.]

[fetchthestick]

I ain't been nowhere! Where've YOU been??

[Oh yeah well, Thom hasn't seen Oleg much around either!]

[wolvesxeyes]

Thom, put the chicken back. The bones are bad for you.

[There's a growl in her voice, though she is doing her best to hide the irritation. Chicken bones are bad for pups. She'll be even more pissed if he ends up swallowing one.]

[fetchthestick]

Bu' they taste real good.

[wolvesxeyes]

Yes, but they're dangerous for pups. At least have someone pick them out for you.

[fetchthestick]

Pick what out.