Pup #234

Pliny keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Dalmation who is quick footed even when standing still. Out near the satellite flowers field, Pliny keeps a small ritual that involves an old human photo of a smiling dog and human and a quiet bow. Bakers slip Pliny the fresher biscuits near the lower mall after rain season and pretend they did not. Pliny suspects the old world left at least one good question lying around with that exact name written on it.