While Lestrade's wading through mud and paperwork, I took the boys out to the park for sun and ice cream and an extremely uncoordinated game of frisbee. The dogs were much better at it than any of the humans and twice saved us from irrevocably losing it in a tree. Deimos in particular can do some pretty spectacular leaps when he wants to.
It's hard to look at them grinning doggy grins and rolling in the grass and remember they (possibly) used to belong to a serial killer. And then I wonder whether they're really the same dogs. And then I decide I'm glad not to know, which is where that train of thought always ends up, so I don't know why I keep on boarding it.
Anyhow. Lestrade wanted a report on how our day went, suitably toned down so he wouldn't be madly jealous, but I think if all he's got is death threats and paperwork, the jealousy is inevitable. Sorry, L. Essentially though, nothing happened today. It was lovely.
It's hard to look at them grinning doggy grins and rolling in the grass and remember they (possibly) used to belong to a serial killer. And then I wonder whether they're really the same dogs. And then I decide I'm glad not to know, which is where that train of thought always ends up, so I don't know why I keep on boarding it.
Anyhow. Lestrade wanted a report on how our day went, suitably toned down so he wouldn't be madly jealous, but I think if all he's got is death threats and paperwork, the jealousy is inevitable. Sorry, L. Essentially though, nothing happened today. It was lovely.
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Mmmm. Thanks.
Nothing happened to me today, either. It wasn't particularly lovely, and will continue in the same vein for a few hours yet, I imagine.
Mugshots, paperwork, meetings. Rinse and repeat.
With Mycroft in control of them I don't care who the dogs used to belong to, as long as their on our side now.
And Mrs Holmes, I've got a whole bunch of mugshots for Anthea and the team to familiarize themselves with. Call me. Or just take them off my hard drive. You probably have already. Why am I even writing this?
Want me to come over after work? (not you, Mrs H) And do I get ice cream?
At least there was less mud?
Yes I do want you to come over, and of course you get ice cream. With hot fudge sauce. And if you hurry, possibly a row over the use of the vocative case in Latin.
Anthea says she'll email you about the mugshots. She tends to be slightly more respectful of other people's computer security than She Who Must Be Obeyed. Usually.
I don't even know what the Latin thingy is. But I side with Mycroft. It's generally safer that way.
I'd take the mud over studying what various gangs have been up to. It doesn't make pleasant reading.
Put the fudge sauce somewhere dog proof for me, i'll be with you asap.
Oh, and I desperately need a new suit at the weekend, but totally understand if shopping isn't your idea of fun. I'll have to sneak off for a bit though.
Aww, sounds like it was a lovely day. I'm glad your dogs are healthier and happier now! It's such a shame to see animals become aggressive and dangerous because their owners don't treat them well. :(
I just typed up this long comment, all right not long, but longish, on the hot fudge and then I turned around for two seconds and it was gone. Anyhow! The fudge is safe from dogs, I promise.
I imagine one of the dogs removed the comment, probably in a dastardly attempt to distract you and get their chops around my hot fudge. Mycroft trains them well, you know.
Is it wrong that I'm forty-something and am jealous that you got to play frisbee?
Forty-somethings can be jealous of frisbee, especially if it means playing in the sunshine. You never out grow that.
So, do you know what kind of dogs they are? I always have a hard time picturing them as my own mutt is about 6 inches tall and all of 8 pounds if she's been getting into the treats lately. So I keep forgetting they're big until you make some specific comment.
L - We'll take you along for the frisbee next time, promise. I'll come and drag you out of work for it. Everyone needs a break for frisbee.
kholly - No idea what kind of dogs they are. Hounds of some sort I'd guess from the tracking ability? From the size, possibly some Irish wolfhouse. They're bloody enormous.
I bet John would enjoy shopping quite a bit if he knew there might be a reward in it for him. Are there cameras in fitting-rooms in the UK?
Danger - I think they've got a bit of Doberman in them, too. The way they move reminds me of a few I've 'met' guarding places.
Maybe Mrs Holmes can write me a note next time. 'please allow Greg to leave work early to play games in the park.'
Innie - I shall assume you're not suggesting we do anything illegal? And it's not John I'm too worried about, it's the boys.
L - I missed the bit about the suit. I can come if you like? I won't be much good to though, you've seen how I dress.
You dress fine! Everyone, he dresses fine. Not in suits, granted, but in clothes appropriate to his job. Often pyjamas. Nice ones, though.
I just need an honest opinion before I buy it. Colour and cut. Sally is obviously our resident fashion guru at the Yard, as you've already gathered. And she says I buy suits too baggy (i like them like that). But I know the boys wouldn't want to come, so I'm sure I can find some shop assistant or something to check I don't look like a total disaster if you can't get away.
I just need something half decent to wear standing up in front of all these people next week. All my current suits are looking a bit tired, and like I've chased a few too many suspects down wearing them.
L - You always look good! And stop telling the internet I lounge about in pyjamas all day.
You're massively biased.
And you don't lounge about - I never said that! You're very busy. But I have returned home more than once now and found you in your pyjamas. Just saying.
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