Post by Ser Baine Cinderwood 🔥🌼 on Oct 12, 2019 18:05:03 GMT
It’s really hard to get anything done when 95 pounds of fur and violent love is demanding you pick him up and not set him down again.
Baine really didn’t mean to be gone for as long as he was. It was supposed to be a quick trip up the mountain to check out that new star and then back home again, but they got stuck in that cave. Then they went off with Serpentine to check out the snake situation and that took some time and THEN when they got back there was a war on. Some things just can’t be helped - Baine had a job to do and as much as he hated being away from his best boy, he didn’t want him to get hurt either.
When he got back from K’ul Goran he did his best to make it up to Frankie - got him some prime cuts from Grits and tried spending some quality time with him but it didn’t seem to be enough and by the time they got back from the City of Brass.. All hell had broken loose.
“I am BEGGING you, I have to go spar with Red and I can’t bloody CARRY you at the same time, please, just stay here and wait for me to be done, I’m not going far, you can SEE me, I’m right here-”
“Petal, I don’t have all day, get that hound of yours under control and arm yourself, we have work to do.” Gretcha’s impatient voice rings out across the yard and Baine can feel the beginnings of a headache form.
“Yes sir, sorry sir, I’ll be right there.” Baine gives Frankie a pleading look and tries to carefully push him back. “Please just go sit and wait, she’s gonna have my hide, you know. Be a good boy? I’ll get you all the chicken you want.” Frankie gives him a look of deep offence and lets out a series of booming barks.
From the open stable doors Sweet pokes her head out. “Frank Cinderwood, stop that this instance. I have taught you better than that.” And lo and behold, to Baine’s amazement, Frankie closes his mouth and sits down. He looks across the yard at Sweet and whines softly.
Baine looks at Sweet with wide, desperate eyes. “How?! How did you do that? Why is he listening to you but not to-” but that’s when Red whacks him in the stomach with a hammer and he doubles over. Sweet rolls her eyes. Frankie starts barking again.
“It’s really simple, Baine. You spoiled your dog rotten and then you left for a few weeks and when you came back, you felt really bad and tried to spoil him even more to make up for it.”
For once Baine doesn’t run his mouth to get a rise out of Sweet - instead he appears to be listening avidly, hanging onto her every word where they’re sat in the stables. The dog in question is laying on the floor between them, chewing on Baine’s trouser leg.
“Stop rewarding him for doing things he’s not supposed to. He needs boundaries and a firm hand, not chicken. I know you know these things, I’ve seen you with Gary. That grumpy bastard of a horse listens to no one but you, but when it comes to this one-” she nods at Frankie, “-you suddenly forget everything you’ve ever known about handling beasts.”
Her tone softens, marginally. “I know you have a soft spot for him and I know you feel bad about being away so much, but you aren’t doing him any favours by teaching him bad behavior. Now please tell him to stop chewing on your clothing.”
It takes him a few days of dog tantrums and salty heckling from Red before Frankie relents, but they get there in the end. Baine gets his freedom of movement back and starts mending the various holes in his possessions. Now they just have to sort out of the barking.
Baine really didn’t mean to be gone for as long as he was. It was supposed to be a quick trip up the mountain to check out that new star and then back home again, but they got stuck in that cave. Then they went off with Serpentine to check out the snake situation and that took some time and THEN when they got back there was a war on. Some things just can’t be helped - Baine had a job to do and as much as he hated being away from his best boy, he didn’t want him to get hurt either.
When he got back from K’ul Goran he did his best to make it up to Frankie - got him some prime cuts from Grits and tried spending some quality time with him but it didn’t seem to be enough and by the time they got back from the City of Brass.. All hell had broken loose.
“I am BEGGING you, I have to go spar with Red and I can’t bloody CARRY you at the same time, please, just stay here and wait for me to be done, I’m not going far, you can SEE me, I’m right here-”
“Petal, I don’t have all day, get that hound of yours under control and arm yourself, we have work to do.” Gretcha’s impatient voice rings out across the yard and Baine can feel the beginnings of a headache form.
“Yes sir, sorry sir, I’ll be right there.” Baine gives Frankie a pleading look and tries to carefully push him back. “Please just go sit and wait, she’s gonna have my hide, you know. Be a good boy? I’ll get you all the chicken you want.” Frankie gives him a look of deep offence and lets out a series of booming barks.
From the open stable doors Sweet pokes her head out. “Frank Cinderwood, stop that this instance. I have taught you better than that.” And lo and behold, to Baine’s amazement, Frankie closes his mouth and sits down. He looks across the yard at Sweet and whines softly.
Baine looks at Sweet with wide, desperate eyes. “How?! How did you do that? Why is he listening to you but not to-” but that’s when Red whacks him in the stomach with a hammer and he doubles over. Sweet rolls her eyes. Frankie starts barking again.
“It’s really simple, Baine. You spoiled your dog rotten and then you left for a few weeks and when you came back, you felt really bad and tried to spoil him even more to make up for it.”
For once Baine doesn’t run his mouth to get a rise out of Sweet - instead he appears to be listening avidly, hanging onto her every word where they’re sat in the stables. The dog in question is laying on the floor between them, chewing on Baine’s trouser leg.
“Stop rewarding him for doing things he’s not supposed to. He needs boundaries and a firm hand, not chicken. I know you know these things, I’ve seen you with Gary. That grumpy bastard of a horse listens to no one but you, but when it comes to this one-” she nods at Frankie, “-you suddenly forget everything you’ve ever known about handling beasts.”
Her tone softens, marginally. “I know you have a soft spot for him and I know you feel bad about being away so much, but you aren’t doing him any favours by teaching him bad behavior. Now please tell him to stop chewing on your clothing.”
It takes him a few days of dog tantrums and salty heckling from Red before Frankie relents, but they get there in the end. Baine gets his freedom of movement back and starts mending the various holes in his possessions. Now they just have to sort out of the barking.