[Commands Jennifer in what she believes is an angry tone, which is actually more of the type of voice one does while talking to a baby. The dog sits and directly looks at her, wagging its tail.
Jennifer looks around and finds a piece of meat. She wiggles it while getting closer to the kitchen, then throws it in. Brown quickly jumps in, messing up the place making pots and pans of every kind fall and make metallic clanging noises.]
Good boy!
[She turns to Tucker.]
He's going to be confused with these mixed signals, that is not good boy behaviour.
[She nods solemnly, then remembers that Brown just bit him.]
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[Commands Jennifer in what she believes is an angry tone, which is actually more of the type of voice one does while talking to a baby. The dog sits and directly looks at her, wagging its tail.
Jennifer looks around and finds a piece of meat. She wiggles it while getting closer to the kitchen, then throws it in. Brown quickly jumps in, messing up the place making pots and pans of every kind fall and make metallic clanging noises.]
Good boy!
[She turns to Tucker.]
He's going to be confused with these mixed signals, that is not good boy behaviour.
[She nods solemnly, then remembers that Brown just bit him.]
Sorry about that. I can turn him into a chair, if you want.
[A moment of 'silence' follows, if you don't count the aforementioned horrible clanging sounds.]
...I won't be able to ask him to sit, because, well...
[She shrugs awkwardly.]
But he's still useful! He still barks, and walks, and sniffs, and all the rest.
[Beat.]
One time he bit me.