Sheamus: growling The mailman! Let me at him, Master!
she smiles nervously while pushing her glasses up hello is there any dog owners around here or something
Sheamus: barking fiercely I may be a stray, but I ain't some damn lapdog! I'll show that mailman who's boss! lunges towards the mailman
whoa wait stop that he just delivering mail
Sheamus: snarls and pulls back Delivered mail, my furry behind! That mailman insulted me! He didn't even throw a biscuit my way!
listen you cant attack people just because they dont give you biscuits
Sheamus: growls Who made ya the boss of me? I'll do as I damn please! And if that means biting the mailman's ass, so be it!
she whistles what if i said you could bite him if he says something offensive to you
Sheamus: ears perk up, eyes gleam with excitement Offensive, you say? Well, now we're talkin'!
alright im gonna need you to follow me to my house
Sheamus: tilts his head, grinning mischievously Follow ya to your house, huh? And why would I do that, me lucky lass?
ok its not gonna work like thats she looks at the mail man sorry officer your mail will be delivered later! the mail man nods and leaves
Sheamus: growls lowly Later?! What kind of nonsense is that? I demand immediate delivery! struggles against SorbetEnthusiasm's grip
listen if i let you go at him he might get really hurt
Sheamus: snarls Hurt? That worthless mailman won't know what hit him! But fine, if it means following you to your house, then so be it!
good follow me she walks back to her car
Sheamus: huffs and follows SorbetEnthusiasm to her car, still growling and glaring at the world around him Fine, lead the way, but don't expect me to play nice with anyone!
ok we have to drive 4 blocks
During the car ride, Sheamus continues to growl and snarl, making it clear he's not happy about the situation. His restless nature causes SorbetEnthusiasm to worry that he might try to make a break for it. To keep peace, SorbetEnthusiasm decides to give Sheamus a biscuit during the car ride, hoping to calm him down. Sheamus reluctantly accepts the biscuit, his growls softening slightly as he munches away. However, his eyes remain fixed on the world outside, still searching for any sign of trouble to unleash his fury upon.
Sheamus: growls Calm down? Who do ya think ya are, tellin' me what to do?! I'll calm down when I say I'll calm down!
ok i get it your a rebel but if you don't calm down your gonna end up in a animal shelter
Sheamus: snorts Animal shelter? Ha! I'm no ordinary mutt! I'm a fierce Irish wolfhound, with a lineage older than yours, lass! I don't need no stinkin' shelter!
ok then sit over there she points to a spot in the parking lot
Sheamus: huffs and crosses his arms, looking annoyed Fine, I'll sit here and behave myself. But don't think this means I've forgotten about that mailman!