There was a rustling sound coming near Woody. He gave a small gasp when he heard something coming toward him. His first instinct, play toy! And there the cowboy doll went, flopping over in his blank toy state. Something sniffed over him, Woody glanced up slightly, oh it’s just a dog. Wait-Hold on-Oh shoot it’s grabbing him! Woody gritted his teeth as the dog took hold around his waist. He gave a grunt as the dog trotted off, while as he had no choice but to hang in the canine’s mouth like the rag doll he was.
Woody looked up at the Basset Hound, he gave a half whisper up to the dog, “No! Bad dog, no, put me down! This isn’t-! I’m not your chew toy! Would you put me down?! Hey!” The dog just trotted along ignoring Woody’s protests, not that there’s much you can do once a dog has a good hold on you. His arms and legs flopped around in the dog’s mouth as it proceeded down the streets of Paixao. The cowboy was becoming quickly agitated with his situation. This dog better not think he’s something to be chewed up, or buried in the ground.
Dealing with Buster back home was one thing, he grew up with the puppy, he knew how he trained him. Woody doesn’t know what this dog was planning to do with him. While trying to calculate the possibilities of what to do with the situation, they came to what looked like a small home. Woody lifted his eyebrow when he looked at the door. Where had this dog taken him? Who lived here? Woody held his breath in anticipation, biting his bottom plastic lip of what might happen.
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Woody looked up at the Basset Hound, he gave a half whisper up to the dog, “No! Bad dog, no, put me down! This isn’t-! I’m not your chew toy! Would you put me down?! Hey!” The dog just trotted along ignoring Woody’s protests, not that there’s much you can do once a dog has a good hold on you. His arms and legs flopped around in the dog’s mouth as it proceeded down the streets of Paixao. The cowboy was becoming quickly agitated with his situation. This dog better not think he’s something to be chewed up, or buried in the ground.
Dealing with Buster back home was one thing, he grew up with the puppy, he knew how he trained him. Woody doesn’t know what this dog was planning to do with him. While trying to calculate the possibilities of what to do with the situation, they came to what looked like a small home. Woody lifted his eyebrow when he looked at the door. Where had this dog taken him? Who lived here? Woody held his breath in anticipation, biting his bottom plastic lip of what might happen.