39th Ashan, Arc 721
Menagerie Outskirts
Menagerie Outskirts
It was early trial when Shl'drei knocked on Lyah's dorm door and dragged (well, almost dragged, it was a struggle) his classmate and diesel close to the menagerie. He waited patiently after waking her- it was rude of him otherwise right? But he felt like it took forever before she emerged from her dorm room and shot him an irate glare. He shrugged, but grabbed her wrist - she could easily pull away - before guiding her out of the academy. Shl'drei and his classmate had been diligently working on Diesel's training between lectures and tutoring. There were no shortage of issues or hitches, but they managed to get passed them the best they could or work them out in different ways.
Diesel could walk without the leash that he dreaded, and obeyed commands so long as he was rewarded or petted afterwards. He moved a lot more, having lost weight (thankfully) throughout his time with the two students. Lyah clipped his nails and saw to it that his health was perfect, or as close to as she could get. Shl'drei handled most of the training with Lyah sitting in to observe or ask questions and point out solutions. Lyah had even helped him increase his knowledge in regards to health of animals as he taught her more about training.
It was a team effort, through and through.
"Drei, there better be a good reason why we're out so early," Lyah groaned irritably. On one hand she was fine with spending time with friends, but being awake at this break just made her all kinds of pissed. Though, looking at Shl'drei smile made her a bit more tolerant. Shl'drei assured her it was good cause as they walked Diesel to get his daily exercise in. "Why are we here?"
"We usually trained him in the academy kennel area. I'd like to see if he'll be as good when we're around other people, smells, and noises." He shrugged at that, glad that Diesel was preforming well. In the few seasons they'd been together Diesel and Shl'drei had become close- Lyah too of course, but Shl'drei felt that he'd done better that he expected in dealing with the unruly dog. At first Diesel would look at him and just close his eyes again when Shl'drei issued a command. Or he'd snort.
It had been a pain because he barely wanted to move, mostly likely due to his weight. Lyah had told him smaller dogs like pugs or bulldogs with smushed faces were prone to respiratory issues- they had a harder time breathing and could wind themselves fairly quick. And obesity made it worse for them. They had both briefly wondered how it could have gotten so bad, but thinking back to his owner, they couldn't figure how it would be alright either. The woman had insisted on being called Lady Sacha, had been decked to the nines in jewels and expensive fabrics, and probably hadn't lifted a finger for herself until she had to get Diesel to the Menagerie. And even then he doubted-
"You realize our project is due tomorrow? Shouldn't we be resting up today?"
"A little practice never hurt anyone."
Diesel could walk without the leash that he dreaded, and obeyed commands so long as he was rewarded or petted afterwards. He moved a lot more, having lost weight (thankfully) throughout his time with the two students. Lyah clipped his nails and saw to it that his health was perfect, or as close to as she could get. Shl'drei handled most of the training with Lyah sitting in to observe or ask questions and point out solutions. Lyah had even helped him increase his knowledge in regards to health of animals as he taught her more about training.
It was a team effort, through and through.
"Drei, there better be a good reason why we're out so early," Lyah groaned irritably. On one hand she was fine with spending time with friends, but being awake at this break just made her all kinds of pissed. Though, looking at Shl'drei smile made her a bit more tolerant. Shl'drei assured her it was good cause as they walked Diesel to get his daily exercise in. "Why are we here?"
"We usually trained him in the academy kennel area. I'd like to see if he'll be as good when we're around other people, smells, and noises." He shrugged at that, glad that Diesel was preforming well. In the few seasons they'd been together Diesel and Shl'drei had become close- Lyah too of course, but Shl'drei felt that he'd done better that he expected in dealing with the unruly dog. At first Diesel would look at him and just close his eyes again when Shl'drei issued a command. Or he'd snort.
It had been a pain because he barely wanted to move, mostly likely due to his weight. Lyah had told him smaller dogs like pugs or bulldogs with smushed faces were prone to respiratory issues- they had a harder time breathing and could wind themselves fairly quick. And obesity made it worse for them. They had both briefly wondered how it could have gotten so bad, but thinking back to his owner, they couldn't figure how it would be alright either. The woman had insisted on being called Lady Sacha, had been decked to the nines in jewels and expensive fabrics, and probably hadn't lifted a finger for herself until she had to get Diesel to the Menagerie. And even then he doubted-
"You realize our project is due tomorrow? Shouldn't we be resting up today?"
"A little practice never hurt anyone."