Vacationing! No dog sitter needed…

I’ll be off for nearly a month, I’m afraid. Please don’t be too upset, after all, absence doe indeed make the heart grow fonder. We’ll be back by the end of July from the lovely New England states before you know it. Be sure to celebrate your… independence safely, all you Americans & belated well wishes to all the Canadians for Canada day, as well!

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roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger, Pongo, Patch and Rolly all carried a neatly wrapped present. Thanks to Hans’ excellent training, the puppies followed quietly and calmly, sitting patiently as Roger knocked on the ornate door to the Prince’s quarters. The only sign of excitement was the sound the dog’s furiously wagging tails over the plush carpeting. Rolly had even picked out his own smart bowtie and looked particularly proud of his new ‘clothes’…

prince-hans-the-frozen-heart answered:

Some way up the street, Hans could see Roger Radcliffe and a few of his dalmatians coming along in a finely trained line. Hans leaned out of the window a bit, grinning broadly.

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"Looks like the training stuck…!" he laughed, shooting a wave to Roger as the man approached the front door of the linguistics office.

"Geez, it’s been a long time! How have you been?" Hans asked. "Roger, Pongo, Patch… Awwww Rolly!"

Losing some of his regal posturing, Hans leaned heavily over the window and reached down a bit — though of course he couldn’t reach the pot-bellied little Dalmatian from the window, unless someone were to lift him.

"How’s my good boy, huh…!? That’s a sharp suit you’ve got there buddy! I feel under-dressed!" Hans gestured a bit at his work clothes — not under-dressed at all, really, in a pearl-white dress shirt with brassy cuff buttons, a charcoal gray vest, matching slacks, and a ruffled green cravat.

"What brings you my way, Roger? Haven’t seen you guys since London! Did you get the couple letters I sent over the last three months?" he asked.

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Roger obliged, lifting the pudgy pup up so Rolly could cover Hans with happy kisses.  “We’ve been getting along just fine- certainly missing everyone!”  he chuckled as Pongo woofed, the puppies yipping happily in a chorus.  Their human decided not to comment about being under-dressed, even in one of his nicer travel suits, he could hardly keep up with the Prince’s wardrobe!  It was amazing how Hans managed to repel shed fur and messes, no matter what animal he was dealing with, perhaps even magic.  It probably came with being a Prince…

"To be honest, I’ve been meaning to make the trip- but I did want to make sure you were doing alright, make sure you weren’t celebrating a birthday alone in a new place…" he looked sheepish, "Ah yes, I read your letters to the dogs, sorry about the spotty replies!  We’re staying with a friend in Manhattan, he breeds Welsh Corgis- perhaps you’ve heard of him?  But I’ll be here on vacation for a few weeks working with a few composers, just a little project they convinced me to help with…"

raggedy-sally

On a Dark & Stormy Night

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roger-radcliffe:

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Sally smiled in gratitude as she was saved from some of the squirming mass of puppies. The smile dropped at the mention of the puppies being stolen. “That’s simply dreadful! Who would do such a thing to these beautiful little creatures?” She stroked a puppy under the chin as she asked, her face a mixture of concern and confusion.

"It is dreadful.  A very evil woman named Cruella Deville… " Roger shook his head, not really sure himself how anyone could do or plan the things Cruella had.  He hardly wanted to even go into that much detail, especially since Sally, in spite of coming from a land of Halloween, was so  gentle and sweet.  It seemed that even real living ‘monsters’ would be horrified by the things normal, yet wicked people did for their own selfish means…  If that were the case, he’d be much less worried about Bert wandering around those places.  Sensing their concern, Perdita whined and nudged at his hand.  He stroked her head with a smile, "Oh dear, I didn’t mean to upset you!"  He shot Sally an apologetic look, "The important thing is, they’re all safe now.  I’m sorry to have even brought it up! What’s passed has passed, after all!" Pongo barked, wagging his tail as he nosed at the clock.  His faithful hound was, as always, more mindful of the time than his master.  It was much later than Roger had thought, and he realized a good deal of the puppies had curled up to doze in the corners of the room. "Oh my, I suppose it IS past everyone’s bedtime, Pongo…"

Sally frowned at the name. Even the monsters in Halloween Town would never steal someone’s puppies. She’d be sure to remember it, and that it wasn’t to be trusted.

Her face lightened at the apologetic look. “It’s no trouble. I must confess, human cruelty can be rather confounding at times but I do appreciate learning about it. After all, if I don’t, I might end up in trouble if I ever confront it personally.”

She almost jumped out of her seat Pongo barked. She too looked at the clock at her face drained. “Oh my, I am really so sorry! It’s so late! Doctor Finklestein is going to be so mad! I do apologise for keeping you but I really should go.” She gently tried to remove the puppies from her as she stood, trying not to harm any of the poor creatures in her panic.

"Oh, don’t be sorry, " Roger held up his hands, then realized he ought to help.  Grabbing a handful of treats he helped clear a pathway to the door.  "I hope he won’t be too upset with you… but please DO feel free to visit again!"  He gathered pups in both arms and blocked the pack from trickling out the door after Sally.  "And travel safely!"  It seemed she knew how to take care of herself, but he had no idea how one got to or from Halloweentown.  Roger expected it was an adventure that might require some risks.  The night outside was still dark and brooding, but less foreboding than it had seemed earlier…

raggedy-sally

On a Dark & Stormy Night

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Sally nodded sincerely as he talked. That was a rather sweet thing of him to do, go after a spell for love. It was rather romantic, if you asked her. “That’s sweet.” She paused awkwardly for a moment before adding, “not that I think it’s sweet she might be cursed. I mean, it’s sweet he’s going through all this trouble for her.”

At the simultaneous puppy attack, Sally couldn’t contain her laughter. Looking at Roger, covered similarly in a crowds of little dalmatian pups, she started laughing harder. She’d never been around this many dogs before and she’d certainly never had so many take such a liking to her. “They’re so lovely, how old are they?” She managed to query in between bouts of laughter.

"Oh of course!"  Roger fended off the dogs with skill from so much practice.  "He’s a kind soul, Bert is…" He nodded, wading through dalmations to lift a couple puppies off of Sally.  "Ah… they’re getting to be six months fairly soon, though we think they’re different ages.  Some aren’t as big as the others.  We did try finding the owners of other litters, but so far, no one had reported stolen puppies.  It’s all rather queer, as one would think if one litter was stolen, the rest would be…"  He frowned a little, his expression darkening at the memory of long nights searching for the pilfered pups of Perdita’s original litter.

Sally smiled in gratitude as she was saved from some of the squirming mass of puppies. The smile dropped at the mention of the puppies being stolen. “That’s simply dreadful! Who would do such a thing to these beautiful little creatures?” She stroked a puppy under the chin as she asked, her face a mixture of concern and confusion.

"It is dreadful.  A very evil woman named Cruella Deville… " Roger shook his head, not really sure himself how anyone could do or plan the things Cruella had.  He hardly wanted to even go into that much detail, especially since Sally, in spite of coming from a land of Halloween, was so  gentle and sweet.  It seemed that even real living ‘monsters’ would be horrified by the things normal, yet wicked people did for their own selfish means…  If that were the case, he’d be much less worried about Bert wandering around those places.  Sensing their concern, Perdita whined and nudged at his hand.  He stroked her head with a smile, "Oh dear, I didn’t mean to upset you!"  He shot Sally an apologetic look, "The important thing is, they’re all safe now.  I’m sorry to have even brought it up! What’s passed has passed, after all!" Pongo barked, wagging his tail as he nosed at the clock.  His faithful hound was, as always, more mindful of the time than his master.  It was much later than Roger had thought, and he realized a good deal of the puppies had curled up to doze in the corners of the room. "Oh my, I suppose it IS past everyone’s bedtime, Pongo…"

raggedy-sally

On a Dark & Stormy Night

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roger-radcliffe:

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Sally frowned at the concerned look on his face. Had she said something wrong or had he not been back? She only eased her frown slightly when he smiled a little.

She suppressed a giggle at the idea of humans wandering Halloween Town willy-nilly. That would be a touch disastrous. She took another small sip of her tea before answering. “No, it’s actually rather rare for humans to end up in Halloween town on their own. I believe I’ve only seen it happen once before.” She frowned slightly at the memory. They’d stopped to ask one of the vampires for directions and that had not ended well. Not that the vampires has done anything, it was, in fact, them who fainted at the site of a real human in Halloween town. That caused a crash and the werewolf to come around the corner and the poor human had run off screaming. It would’ve been amusing if it wasn’t so worrisome. An errant puppy jumped up into her lap and started licking her face as she put her cup down, almost causing her to knock it over as she burst into giggles. A couple more joined in until shed had several puppies vying for her attention.

"Oh, that’s probably better, I suppose!" Roger exclaimed, "Though Bert is very good at getting places that I’m sure he shouldn’t be in.  I haven’t heard from him since he left, I am glad he was, ah, alive." He wasn’t sure that he could even explain what was going on, as he was barely certain himself.  "Bert was… looking for a magician, I think.  He needed magic… to help him marry a very nice woman, though I’m not sure if she is under a curse, or… something else exactly." Bert had been rather incoherent and Roger wasn’t the sort of man to ask a lady such strange questions.  Mary had enough to worry about without him pestering her about private matters. "Oh, puppies! Beha- pfft!" sputtering, he would have stood to help Sally, but he was similarly attacked by happy, kissing dalmations.

Sally nodded sincerely as he talked. That was a rather sweet thing of him to do, go after a spell for love. It was rather romantic, if you asked her. “That’s sweet.” She paused awkwardly for a moment before adding, “not that I think it’s sweet she might be cursed. I mean, it’s sweet he’s going through all this trouble for her.”

At the simultaneous puppy attack, Sally couldn’t contain her laughter. Looking at Roger, covered similarly in a crowds of little dalmatian pups, she started laughing harder. She’d never been around this many dogs before and she’d certainly never had so many take such a liking to her. “They’re so lovely, how old are they?” She managed to query in between bouts of laughter.

"Oh of course!"  Roger fended off the dogs with skill from so much practice.  "He’s a kind soul, Bert is…" He nodded, wading through dalmations to lift a couple puppies off of Sally.  "Ah… they’re getting to be six months fairly soon, though we think they’re different ages.  Some aren’t as big as the others.  We did try finding the owners of other litters, but so far, no one had reported stolen puppies.  It’s all rather queer, as one would think if one litter was stolen, the rest would be…"  He frowned a little, his expression darkening at the memory of long nights searching for the pilfered pups of Perdita’s original litter.

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roger-radcliffe asked:

Roger had only had to ask Bert with a little assistance to clean up the apartment for Mary. He was fairly stunned at how clean everything had become. He was a little concerned at WHERE everything had gone, but that was something to worry about later. For now, the floor and all surfaces were spotless and the dogs were all clean and fed with a dish of treats on a table for the children to feed the pups and a nice tray ready for tea and snacking after a trip to the nearby market.

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"Come along, children, spit spot." Mary Poppins’ skirts swished around her ankles as she walked briskly down the street. One hand held the tiny hand of little George, who was only four-years-old. The other two, John, and Julia tagged along behind her, chattering about school, and name ideas for their potential new pets.

Their eyes widened, as they drew near their destination. It was clear, where they were headed. Mary knocked on the door. Upon it opening, she smiled. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Radcliffe.”

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roger-radcliffe:

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Mary mulled over the answer quietly for a moment, while looking down at her tea. “A wise answer,” she finally responded. “Apologies and perseverance, basically.”

She distracted herself with a scone, breaking it into smaller chunks, before turning her gaze back to him and smiling. “You’re a good man, Roger. Your wife will be back soon, I’m certain.”

"Thank you, Mary… I’m sorry."  He’d forgotten his own tea, not sure how to say what he felt, as he wasn’t even quite sure what he was feeling.  "Excuse me," he went to look in on the children, who seemed to be still delighting in the sea of happy puppies.  When he came back, he moved his chair a little closer. 

"I’m not sure exactly what he’s planning, Mary, but I think he’s got to do this, for his own good.  He was quite upset before he left, but… determined.  I don’t know HOW he survives the things he does, but- well, Bert’s good at that, one way or another." He chuckled, feeling sure that their erstwhile friend would return, hopefully soon, with many strange stories about his adventures…

Mary watched him stand, moving to check on the little ones. She had her answer now. The rest was up to her. Soon she would be finished, Bert would be home, and she could finally have what she wanted: a life.

She perked up once more as Roger returned to the table, further reassuring her.

Bert was upset but determined… Neither of those were emotions she typically associated with him. Determined, maybe, in his own way, and an upset Bert was rare indeed.

Just as she was about to respond, John came in excitedly, holding a puppy in each arm. One was excitedly licking his face. “Can I have them both, Miss Poppins?”

She smiled at the boy, amused, and shook her head. “No dear, pick one. Why not the one on your left there? He seems to like you quite a lot.”

John looked between the two puppies, conflicted, before carrying them both into the other room again.

Mary turned back to Roger. “I suppose we should discuss some sort of payment?”

Roger chuckled at John’s indecision, “It’s a hard choice, to be certain!”  he winked at Mary.  At the mention of payment, he furrowed his brow.  “Payment?  I hadn’t even thought of that… though I suppose I could use some assistance with the rest of the puppies!  If any of the children would be so inclined, an hour a day for a week would be just fine! Obviously, if they would like to earn a little spending money after that, I can’t have enough dog walkers!”  he smiled, “The dogs love them already, and I’m sure whomever they choose would be happy to visit his family whenever they’d like to bring him or her over…”  He patted the two adult dalmations fondly.  Before they went to see which pup the children had selected, he shot Mary a serious look, “If there’s anything you need, Mary, please don’t hesitate to ask…”