[Oh hell yeah!! Dogmeat is so good at fetch, ya boy doesn't even know. Granted usually when someone says "fetch" to him, they're asking him to find them some sweet loot, not retrieve a stick. But Guzma doesn't know about his special talent yet.]
[So the bones are abandoned with alarming speed as soon as the stick leaves his hand. The dog is on his feet and hauling tail across the sand within seconds. It takes a few bounds to get his footing in the shifting sand, but once he finds it, it's a long and steady stride carrying him across the beach.]
[It's one hell of a throw and he can respect that. He skids to a halt in front of the stick, kicking up sand as he does so, and grabs it in strong jaws. The run back is a little more relaxed, making sure he doesn't pick up so much speed that he has to skid again and cover Guzma with sand. Slowing to a trot, he drops the stick at Guzma's feet with a bark of self-approval, panting gleefully all the while. He thought that was pretty good; what about you, Merc?]
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[So the bones are abandoned with alarming speed as soon as the stick leaves his hand. The dog is on his feet and hauling tail across the sand within seconds. It takes a few bounds to get his footing in the shifting sand, but once he finds it, it's a long and steady stride carrying him across the beach.]
[It's one hell of a throw and he can respect that. He skids to a halt in front of the stick, kicking up sand as he does so, and grabs it in strong jaws. The run back is a little more relaxed, making sure he doesn't pick up so much speed that he has to skid again and cover Guzma with sand. Slowing to a trot, he drops the stick at Guzma's feet with a bark of self-approval, panting gleefully all the while. He thought that was pretty good; what about you, Merc?]