It wasn’t that she wouldn’t take care of herself. She would, just like she took care of her dogs. Just as she groomed each of them twice a week or more, she would tend to herself.
Just not in the ways, or with the frequency, expected from a human being?
But what did some scruff on her legs matter when she was treading down flooded streets or caked in mud up to her knees half the time anyways?
…fair point.
What did some body odor mean, if she didn’t even like the people who were around to be offended by it?
Hehe. I can’t argue.
Barker, Biter and the others would be at the locations she had assigned them. She had given them the most menial of tasks. Grooming the dogs, feeding the dogs, picking up shit, checking the dogs for sores, cuts, ear infections and ticks like she’d showed them.
I’m sure they’re loving that.
She had a good number of dogs in her care, now. Most had been taken from kennels that hadn’t been in a state to help the animals since Leviathan attacked.
Oh yeah, I’m sure there are a lot of those now.
She was eagerly anticipating the moment someone complained.
You mean out of your subordinates, or out of the people at the kennels?
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