[Zoey drops the ball right in Jack's hand and waits for him to throw the ball.]
I...I don't know what you mean. Like sheep herding? She could do that. This kind of dogs is all the farmers use back in my world use to herd their sheep. I almost grew up with these dogs there.
[Her smile is just a little crooked.]
Except my dog back home isn't a herd dog.
[Winry rubs Boba's head again. He's lolling his tongue, watching the ball Zoey has.] He's a good boy but he's not as trustworth as Zoey is for me.
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I...I don't know what you mean. Like sheep herding? She could do that. This kind of dogs is all the farmers use back in my world use to herd their sheep. I almost grew up with these dogs there.
[Her smile is just a little crooked.]
Except my dog back home isn't a herd dog.
[Winry rubs Boba's head again. He's lolling his tongue, watching the ball Zoey has.] He's a good boy but he's not as trustworth as Zoey is for me.
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Bomb dogs?