#thread:travis&gabrielle

"clyde, what in the world are you doing?” he called after his hound dog. he’d jumped out of the back of the truck after he pulled over in front of the feed store and travis was close behind his pet. his dog had ran right over to someone before he could catch him, “he’s friendly i swear. you have any food on you? that might be why he approached you.” that, or he was trying to make a new friend. clyde was good at that and he pretty much welcomed anyone that stepped foot on their farm. “anyways, sorry about him. i don’t know what he was thinking.” he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.