06-18-2018, 01:01 PM
ZIMAVICH
[div style="text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 5pt lightgrey; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right; width: 500px;"][i]TANGLEWOOD — PROXY — RUSSIAN BEAR DOG[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Zimavich was waiting too. Sort of. He had still taken to swimming and had dirtied his thick fur in swamp water. The bear dog smelled like a swamp- not like Tanglewood. He was heard by the doggy-paddling but his placement was hidden by the other gators moving in the water. They weren’t quite used to Ivan yet, but they didn’t bother eachother.
The dog was waiting for the moment to strike, too.