City slickers...{AW}

[Outlaw Whip]

Cowboy is mellow and calm, yet adventurous by nature. He's not one to go looking for trouble--at least, not very often--but sometimes he gets that itch under the collar for adventure and he just can't resist giving it a scratch. The city is quite a walk from where he lives on the ranch, but footwork doesn't bother him much. He spends a lot of time working on his paws--chasing stray calves, keeping the herd in order, following the ranch hands as they ride out on horseback and making sure no one gets hurt. Nah...a little walk to the city won't tire him out.
So off he goes at an even trot up the dusty road and out to the highway. He is street smart. He has to be. The farm equipment that moves all over the place taught him well to steer clear of things with wheels. Tongue lolling out one side of his mouth, he continues his lone adventure. As he draws nearer the city, he can immediately sense it. The air doesn't smell as clean here. He snorts and shakes his head, but continues on nonetheless.
Topping a hill, he looks down and sees the city below. It looks interesting enough, he thinks, although it seems noisier than a calf separated from the herd. He shrugs his golden shaggy shoulders and descends the hill. In no time, he is in the heart of the city, trotting along the sidewalk, bushy tail wagging and tongue lolling. Most people ignore him, but he gives a doggy grin and wags his tail at the few who acknowledge him in a friendly manner.
"It ain't nothin' like home," he muses to himself as he stops to sit down for a spell, "But it sure ain't boring. Wonder what the canine folk are like around here..."

[annabelladonna]

Beauty, a golden retrevier, noticed a dog walken on the sidewalk. "Well hello, you look new. Names Beauty you are?" Beauty walk up to the new dog. She looked around trying to figure out witch way the dog came from.

[Outlaw Whip]

Cowboy's ears perk at the voice of the other canine and his tail wags a silent greeting as he tips his hat to the female with a snowy white paw.
"Howdy, ma'am," he grins, "A right proper name for you, I reckon. Name's Cowboy. Just got to town."
He straightens his red bandana and rises to his paws, shaking city dust from his golden-brown coat, rabies and license tags jingling about his neck, indicating that he is in fact owned by a human.

[Dale]

Dale was no western fan. Him and western just didn't mix. He hated cows, red feilds, horses, guns, cowboys let alone cowboy hats! Dale was a city dog. Lovin the hyseria music, pop music, hotdogs, burgers, fries, the people there, the loud music playing on the street as he walked down. At this point he was walking down the city square, as some Greenday song played loudly. Dale has heard this song multiple times before, and he had grown quite fond of it. Defiantly, he could name this from a mile off. American Idiot by far. He panted happily as it played through. He was fond of that kind of music. Any other music just wouldn't do.
Jumping onto a fountin ledge, Dale ntoiced two dogs. One was female and the other looked...
"Uh... country" Dale said, shuddering. Not that he was discrimating against the dog... he just HATED everything country! EVERTHING country! The other dog looked local though. Dale considering walking over, but if there was one thing that stuck out about his haterd for country things was the accent. How he HATED the country accent! The voice was so annoying! He just HATED it! Dale spoke in a pure American voice, it was clear to anyone he did.
"Eh... worth a try, huh?" he said, shaking off his fur. Dale had no owner. He liked being a stray. It was more freedom anybody could ask for. he was about to walk over until he saw a good-looking hotdog stand. The smell wafted him over, and he walked over. As the man was serving some human, Dale walked silently and swiftly a bit closer and swiped a hotdog right under the hot-dog man's nose. Infact... jack-pot! He got a whole row of hotdogs! Sblack personing to himself, he ran off freely as the hot-dog man was too stupid to notice him run off with a line of sausages. Just a couple of blocks off from the other two dogs, Dale devoured the sausages. Gulping down the last, he noticed the dogs again. Putting on a dazzling, toothy smile, we walked over.
"Well, well, well!" he said, in his fluent, American accent. "What have we here? Lost dogs I suppose?" He storde over and stopped in front of them, with his strong legs outspread in a way that said King of the town here. Respect me! He took one quick, examination over the "country" dog and tried not to make a face. Instead, it came out as a painful smile.
"You... you from the country, mate?" he asked, in a voice that indicated he wasn't very amused but he was trying not to show it.

[annabelladonna]

Beauty smiled when Cowboy talked to her. "Cowboy, nice name. And welcome to the city. Crazy place though what brings you around here? Sorry about my voice. Little crountry myself. I ran a way from my old family." Beauty looked and saw the other dog. She shook her fir and stood there waiting for someone to do somthing.

[Dale]

Hearing the dog's voice as country itself, made Dale feel uneasy. He HATED country... he wasn't afraid to point that out though...
"Yea, I'm more of a city dog yenno" he said, wagging his tail. He held one paw to his chest and grinned sheepishly. "American ya see..." At that point he stood normally, on all fours. "Can't get enough of the city life."
"What brings you here?" Dale said. "The big lights, or the hot dogs? Thier pretty good here actually... you can't get enough of 'em corndogs! Nice..." He thurst out his chest in a city-King sort of way. "Just stole some myself before comin to say hi..."

[Outlaw Whip]

Cowboy raises his eyebrows at the proud city dog. He tries not to laugh a little at his young and arrogant demeanor as he wags his tail and gives him a nod of acknowledgement.
"I reckon I am...mate," he smirks, "Not meaning to tresspass on your city ways. Just got a little bored with the ranch routine and opted for a little adventure. The hotdogs aren't much of a temptation to me--never really cared for the name. I'm a home-cooked table scraps kind of feller."
He grins and wags his tail again. He can sense the other's slight prejudice against his "type", but it doesn't intimidate him. He is naturally humble in his manners, but he's no coward. He will stand his ground, but he will do so in a civilized way.
"What'cha got against the country folk, boy?" he asks outright. His voice doesn't carry the stereotypical western drawl. In fact, it sounds just as "American" as Dale's. He just has a tendancy to talk the western slang due to his upbringing.

[Dale]

Dale's eyes filled with fear. It didn't mean to sound so bad!
"N-nothing mate! I'm... not that I HATE 'em... I don't discrimanate! I... um... I just like city life... yenno... like... yea... kinda." Those words were a stupid choice... then, some sensible words came to his head...
"I ain't saying your stupid, mate! No way! Nobody's stupid! I... think... yea! Nobody!... heh..." Dale splurtted out. He wasn't even listening to his own words... he just splurt random words.
"Whats... whats country life like... mate?" Dale said. At EVERY sentance now... he ended it with "mate". Well... he was saying SOMETHING... thats a start...
"I heard it was all rats and... and horses... and cows... and cats... and guns... and horse-riding... and-" And on went the list. On... and on... and on, listed country things one by one. Listing all things in the country.
"And fields... and mountains... and hills... and hats... and-" Dale considering stopping, but something made him go on... just "Blah blah blah" all the way through. His voice was even starting to annoy HIM!
But it went on... on and on... it just wouldn't stop... infact, he was starting to repeat things! Didn't he ALREADY say cows?! but did THAT stop him?... no... much to Dale's surprise... and he was sure to everyone elses...

[annabelladonna]

Beauty stayed quiet for a moment. When Dale was talking about the country she had to stop him sometime. "Um yea the country dosn't have mountines. Well not the ones I saw. My home had a barn, fields of corn, a pound, horses and other farm animals. Hot dogs a ok but I got go with Cowboy 'bout the home cooked table scaps." Beauty missed the country. She ran way cause her owners where going to do something horrible to her for some strange reason. She sat down and wagged her tail. She smiled at Cowboy.

[Dale]

"Really? When I went the the country I saw a TON of mountains! Trees on em, and snow, and grass, there was big ones, small ones, middle sized ones, ones that looked like volcanoes, ones-" A brand new list on rolled itself, as Dale listed the types of mountains he saw instead. Then, another thought went straight into his head...
"Although, the country wasn't so bad. I met this guy there, and we were good friends! His name was... um... arg, what was it?! Lemme think... oh yea! Billy Joe I think... he was some good mutt. Loyal and what not. Maybe you heard of him... I dunno... maybe you haven't, and I don't so scraps at all, not my thing, I'm more of an outlaw, yenno, stealing stuff and-" And on drawled the never-ending sentance...

[Outlaw Whip]

At this point, Cowboy can no longer stifle a chuckle. This city slicker is just too funny. He patiently listens to his list go on and on for a time before he finally interrupts.
"Dunno where y'all got your information from, boy, but I'm more from the desert side of things," he grins, "Yep, we have distant mountains, rock formations, rattle snakes, mustangs--not the cars, mind you. I mean the real deal. You might enjoy a trip out there sometime. I reckon I could show you around if you're ever interested. Might change your mind about things."
Cowboy pushes his hat up on his brow and winks at Beauty, knowing she probably knows all about the stuff he's mentioned trying to set the young city slicker straight on country life.

[annabelladonna]

Beauty smiled and wagged her tail faster when she saw Cowboy wink at her. "Oh yes you might like it. I did and still do. Wish I could go back and just enjoy the wind, the smell, the everything! The horses going on a trail, the sheep runnen around. and chasing the snakes away from the farm. " Beauty was thinking all about the country now.

[Dale]

"The country? Well..." Dale said, as the country music floated into his head and lodged itself there. Luckily, some Lily Allen song blasted it all away from his head from the loud speakers in the City.
"I... suppose it wouldn't be so bad" he said. He imangined himself running from mad cows and bulls, rattle snakes, loonitics with guns... he was planning to speak out against his choice now... but he didn't. He just smiled weakly at Cowboy.
"I... could use a good run- I mean... walk" Dale said, quickly correcting himself.

[Outlaw Whip]

If Dale is expecting to hear an ear-piercing "yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-haw" uttered from Cowboy, he is to be disappointed...or perhaps relieved. Cowboy merely responds with a happy wag of his tail as he takes a step closer to the reluctant city dog.
"What say we make an exchange here?" he asks with a note of slyness in his voice and a glint of mischief in his deep brown eyes, "You show me around your city scene and then I'll show you the flip side of life. Deal?"
He extends a large snowy forepaw and patiently awaits Dale's response.

[Dale]

Dale, who was more than happy to show anyone around the street, smiled. He shook Cowboys paw.
"Sure thing, mate. I'd like to show you around these parts" Dale said, hapy to spend some time around in his city before departing.
"What would you like to see frist? The selection of foods? The different types of territoy here? The junkyards? Your choice" Dale said, in a fancy, transport-man voice. "Just say the word, and I can take you there!"
Secertly... he was hoping for the different types of food... the smell of hotdogs was, again, wafting through the air.