That kind of hurt, considering what dogs usually liked to roll around in, things like mud or the shit of other dogs. He was trying not to be offended, considering that Steve had prefaced that by saying that he smelled good, and even Steve as a dog surely wouldn't say that shit smelled good. So what the hell is he talking about?
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The words come right on the heels of the thought, too tired and overwhelmed to really dance around the topic any more, wanting the bluntness of truth.
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That kind of hurt, considering what dogs usually liked to roll around in, things like mud or the shit of other dogs. He was trying not to be offended, considering that Steve had prefaced that by saying that he smelled good, and even Steve as a dog surely wouldn't say that shit smelled good. So what the hell is he talking about?
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The words come right on the heels of the thought, too tired and overwhelmed to really dance around the topic any more, wanting the bluntness of truth.
"Just come out and say it, Steve."