Ethan

Ethan pulled up to the cabin house and shifted the truck to park. As it idled, he stepped out and walked around to the back, where he opened the tailgate. "Lets see if your trained as well as they say you are." Ethan moved away from the truckbed, and towards the house after clicking his fingers and giving a sharp, "Come" command. Whether London knew this word or not, Ethan hoped that the tone of his voice would be enough to get the message across.

He walked to the porch, where a new bowl of food had been set out, thanks to one of his friends whom he had contacted on the way back here. In the bowl was a mixture of kibble and raw meat- an appetizing reason for London to stick around. "I hate to drop you off and leave, but I've got business to take care of." He waited for just a moment, to see if London would follow him to the porch or not.

London Calling

The big dog sprung from the truck, with a single wag of his tail and followed at who he presumed was his new masters side. He wolfed the food down, grateful of the solid meal, one such he hadn't received in a while.