[The video feed opens with a big, snuffling black nose and the overwhelming sound of a dog's heavy breathing close to the microphone. Dug backs away from the camera, his golden brow furrowed as he looks back and forth between the camera and a bunch of moldy food strewn across the floor from his backpack. A red bulb on his collar lights up as a mildly electronic-sounding voice starts talking. That might have been a surprise once upon a time, but Dug has been nothing if not outgoing since his arrival and most people have probably seen this trick by now.]
Hi there. I could not help but notice that all of my food has got spoiled. Has all of your food got spoiled? I am very hungry and my food is very spoiled. I tried eating the spoiled food, but it is very spoiled and I made a sick.
[His gaze lingers on the disgusting packages, and then he gives the tablet an almost guilty glance before dropping a shoulder straight in the middle of the pile of mold and rot and rolling right over on his back to squirm around in it even as he resumes talking, all four of his little legs in the air.]
This food is not good to eat and I am hungry. Did I mention that I am hungry? I would like some food to eat, please. Do you have food that I can eat?
FOUR
We are rescuing you! We are taking you inside and rescuing you right now!
[This is the most important thing Dug has done in days and days, he is sure. He's not actually all that much help for carrying the person he and his friend found in the snow, but he tries to make up for it in sheer enthusiasm for the task, bounding along through the snow and dashing ahead to jump against the door of the house and knock it open. There's a lot of bustling about as everyone gets inside, and then as soon as the person in the blanket is set down Dug is jumping on them, pawing at the blanket.]
I am going to keep you warm now. My name is Dug, and you are --
[He cuts off abruptly as the blanket falls away to reveal a motionless face blackened by the cold. Dug's ears fold down tight against his head and he lets out a high pitched whine. Tail tucked, he backs off of the body, still whimpering as the voice from his collar speaks in a horrified whisper.]
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@mynameisdug | video
[The video feed opens with a big, snuffling black nose and the overwhelming sound of a dog's heavy breathing close to the microphone. Dug backs away from the camera, his golden brow furrowed as he looks back and forth between the camera and a bunch of moldy food strewn across the floor from his backpack. A red bulb on his collar lights up as a mildly electronic-sounding voice starts talking. That might have been a surprise once upon a time, but Dug has been nothing if not outgoing since his arrival and most people have probably seen this trick by now.]
Hi there. I could not help but notice that all of my food has got spoiled. Has all of your food got spoiled? I am very hungry and my food is very spoiled. I tried eating the spoiled food, but it is very spoiled and I made a sick.
[His gaze lingers on the disgusting packages, and then he gives the tablet an almost guilty glance before dropping a shoulder straight in the middle of the pile of mold and rot and rolling right over on his back to squirm around in it even as he resumes talking, all four of his little legs in the air.]
This food is not good to eat and I am hungry. Did I mention that I am hungry? I would like some food to eat, please. Do you have food that I can eat?
FOUR
We are rescuing you! We are taking you inside and rescuing you right now!
[This is the most important thing Dug has done in days and days, he is sure. He's not actually all that much help for carrying the person he and his friend found in the snow, but he tries to make up for it in sheer enthusiasm for the task, bounding along through the snow and dashing ahead to jump against the door of the house and knock it open. There's a lot of bustling about as everyone gets inside, and then as soon as the person in the blanket is set down Dug is jumping on them, pawing at the blanket.]
I am going to keep you warm now. My name is Dug, and you are --
[He cuts off abruptly as the blanket falls away to reveal a motionless face blackened by the cold. Dug's ears fold down tight against his head and he lets out a high pitched whine. Tail tucked, he backs off of the body, still whimpering as the voice from his collar speaks in a horrified whisper.]
Oh, no. Oh, oh no.