Dandelion was hard at work training her new
pet.
"Rollover! Beg! Fetch! Heel! Heel damn you! Marlin! Come here and heel!"
She was having no luck with it whatsoever.
"Fine! Sit! .... Stay!"
Okay. Marginal luck. Then again her pet is a fist size chunk of granite.
"That's a good rock. Good boy!"
[Yes. She has a pet rock. It's so 70s. Open to
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Marlin the rock did not offer any kind of greetings.
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He'd pretty much decided Dandelion was not from Earth, or at least not any earth he could hope to understand.
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"Well the rocks are," she mused. "As pets... not so much. Unless you're from the 1970's. You might have a few more there."
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