Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

One of the rooms in the clinic is a huge space with a small area and a dog bed lined up there.

It's a big summer room.

Will there be about two hundred beds as far as I can see?

Between the beds arranged in parallel, the sisters of the eighth unit (Ikebu) run with drips, ice, towels, sheets and sagging.

Barking dog.

A groaning dog.

Dog demanding.

Iraku Dog.

There is not a single exemplary affected dog.

"Give me the ice, Nurse Apron! I'll bite! '

"Eyewear Apron! Scratch your neck. There's dog fleas, though!

'Please let me out of here... like I'm afraid of the Eighth Squad. Aunt Han Dog Seems Afraid'

"Hey Apron. Don't you have your Majesty's skirt? If you don't, you're gonna get busted!

Snacks yet?

Wow!

Gyangi!

Kun-kun.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr............

Ha!

Come on.

Suddenly, I was attacked by a seizure that wanted to rub all their meatballs to death.

Holding a bucket with an ice pack in both hands, I scream unexpectedly.

"You guys get your instincts round! It's a zoo!

Zaft, carrying the recovered Tarai next door, rocked his red copper hair and twisted his neck.

"Bud, what's a zoo?

"... don't you know Zaft? Well, if you do that on a continent full of transformed races, you're in total war."

Damn......

From the thin sheet of bed by my side, a big front leg of a hairy white dog touches my apron.

'... Nurse, I want an ice jerky. I want a new flavor. It's already salty.'

"What happened to the Japanese dog? Deputy Akita."

'It's such a damn thing. If you win the summer with perseverance, you won't have a hard time. "

He leaned back on his back and posed as a surrender and surrender.

Deputy Akita of Central Knights Unit I is a Japanese dog.

The end of the phrase "~ is" is a unique male, and in Japanese dog society, it seems to be the emergence of a famous clan as [a loyal akita].

But the truth is... he's actually Frank... a pain in the ass.

The poison also throws up all the time.

Occasionally, he sits in a cafe by himself and improves his remarks about firing the Knights.

He hit his back in depression and complained.

'We want the clinic to do something about a situation where there is only decent cooling. Dog power is good too. You just have to huge it and switch to dragon power.'

"Isn't it big dog powered?

"Why do you make suggestions that you are likely to collect?"

I smile through and ask Deputy Kishou where he is.

Lieutenant Akita told me as he grabbed the jerky that Zaft offered.

"Shasha. Senior Kishishu is going to Afghanhound territory about Senior Tosa. The purpose of the consultation is to strengthen cooling and security along the border with the Empire of the West Side. '

"Along the border?

"Shiny. Sometimes the Knights of the Borders can't handle it alone. And is it miso? Why is the Chancellor also bound to white miso...... red miso if miso. Dry is the best. '

I think the conversation was distracted.

However, for now, the priority should be miso, so I asked about the method of obtaining it.

'It's about Senior Fine Kishishu, so it should be kept somewhere cool in the royal palace'

She asked me to contact her later and I went to the next patient.

Now she was the aunt at the store.

The white fur and only one eye around the black so I knew right away.

Always a cheerful Bull Terrier aunt, getting smaller and rounded.

"Auntie. With ice. When you're settled, go home and take a vacation."

Raise the white legs of Spispi and her sleeping aunt and replace the completely soaked ice pack.

Dogs around here are staff dogs and are more adult.

Zaft also replaces the ice pack, which has become lukewarm.

Khuhun.

An unconsciously relieved aunt.

I stroked my head gently and headed next.

"Apron. Give Me Luxury Bau Tea"

"Shut up, Grandpa. You're better now. Drink that wacko yakan water and get back to work."

The people who are old Knights and currently do civilian work are a pain in the ass.

Discharge from the hospital so--rather, something good if you retire sooner or later.

It's not cool here.

Instead, I'm free at work (if you look, there is!) Apparently, listen to the old story. It's just bad work service. It's even loud.

Especially the former head of the Airdale Terrier, who fits my mouth only with "fine objects", is depressing.

He seems to be the central figure among the old dogs around here, and he looks the greatest.

(Except for Aunt Bull Terrier, the guy with the 'Terrier' is really a lot of trouble)

"Um, I'm working after this."

'That's good. If you listen to me, it'll help the dogs. "

"I'm a pure person..."

Zaft was totally stuck in trouble with his grandfathers who wouldn't let him go by grabbing his hem.

These people think of the clinic as a tea room and don't listen to anything they do.

The Eighth Squad also seems to have difficulty getting their hands on old dogs on boulders, making them far-fetched.

They say the room is crowded with patients being transported from next to next, but only out of the way.

(You'll take care of it later)

I switched ice with this at the expense of my freshly made friend.

At the end of a stretch of work, we head to the most annoying patient next.

"Get it out! Get me out of here! I want to work, let me work, I can't wait to sift my forelegs!

"Mr. Worker von Shepherd! I told you to be quiet!?

'Shut up. Then get me out of here. Give me the job. "

A young woman from Part VIII crew was angry at the rattling "cage".

Cage.

Unlike serious illnesses, it's a container for imprisoning, no, forcibly hospitalizing, especially patients who cause serious damage to their surroundings.

Unlike a private inpatient facility like the Prime Minister (Waya), lock him up as a dog.

Circumference made of sturdy iron plaid and iron plate underfoot.

No matter how many shells are hit, they are made to stay unbroken.

Xaft is curious to see what vicious dogs are in there, but I can only sigh at how it goes.

The dog freshly barked at Gaugau as he bit into the lattice with his bees and teeth.

"Heidegger! How dare you drive me to this hell (where I can't)! Get it out of here! '

He was his boss and Chairman Shepherd's secretary on the prime minister's right arm.

And now the job I was tasked with - seemingly looking fine, actually putting an ice pack on his side and thighs where dehydration was going on, and making him drink water.

Zaft is staring at my side in a pitiful way.

I have no choice but to sit back.

Then I was concerned about the lower limbs of my boss, who got hungry and gutted the cage.

"Sister, you should stop the gauge on Superior Shepherd."

"Huh? What's going on?

"... the superior officer probably has a bad hip, so if he keeps protesting in this position, he'll get hit in the hips"

"Oh, you've noticed so well!

Superior Shepherd's movements stop.

I will explain because Zaft will ask me what it means.

"My homeland - there was a shorter guard dog with lower limbs, like Superior Shepherd, in a pure dog on the old continent. I think maybe the dog breed had the same name. Many dogs are born with weak hip."

Breed improved dogs for people's convenience create distortions somewhere.

It seems that the ancient dogs were in a weak social position and had a time when they were "breed improved" like slaves. Similar.

When I was young, my father took me around the West looking at things.

He was an addict to work and a father who wouldn't even prepare a toddler's meal properly.

So to secure my own food support, it's what I used to sell my flair everywhere and part-time everywhere.

Father's rich sponsor? I used to help take care of their dogs every day.

In doing so, he learned a whole lot about the body and handling of dogs.

And even after meeting the horrible, no-good Dashiva, I intend to learn a lot about how to take care of dogs with the president of my dog association.

"Your seat is broken. It's proof that my back hurts. I'll convince my superiors not to run away for now, so move them into a big room."

"Right... Heidegger, you're absolutely right. Grow up, Sir Shepherd."

'... oh'

In the end.

The superior officer, who seemed a little contemplative, accepted the ice pack with great care and was moved to a large private room (discharge).

Explaining to his boss, who laid down in a loose cushion, that he was looking for Deputy Kishou's miso,

"There may still be white miso from the Kishu clan in the dining room fridge. At least that guy won't complain if we have all the ingredients that are suitable for miso soup for now. I'll talk to the cafeteria. Wait a minute. You focus on helping the Eighth Unit. That's better. '

and offered to cooperate with me.

- By the way.

The only reason Dashiva can't sit properly is simply because she's sloppy.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

"I pretend to be good only in front of Reese"

That's what I always think when I look at the dogs.

I want to be dealt with by my sole owner, Lieselotte, and I will make war and invasion, which is outrageous.

Actually, I just miss you.

And the appeal method just varies from dog to dog.

But I don't want to be determinedly hated.

They're basically smart.

From time to time, the dog instinct looks like a bump, and he engineers not to make the dog look blatant so that the girl doesn't scare him.

(Some pit bull is subtle though)

As an exception, authenticity and pre-construction have become a traditional art for the same dog, like Japanese dogs.

They want to be liked by just one girl, and they do everything they can.

"I feel sorry for you," I think, while at the same time realizing the strength of my sister, who accepted all their loneliness.

You're so clumsy, to the point.

He's the one who can't make a good sense of distance from people, but he embraces dogs with the same pain everywhere.

As my brother... I decided to be near the lonely one myself and do whatever I can to support him.

That's what I was thinking, in Tarai cooling the lawn fruit across the window - Dashiva was floating.

I'm floating my bumpy fur on the water.

Apparently, the Eighth Squad was trying to take the liberty of chilling the baux watermelon, getting annoyed by the firmness of the skin, stopping it on the way, and floating with it as it were.

The surrounding eighth unit looked at the flirtatious with the "why is this guy here" face, desperately ignoring him and returning to work.

(Always be by my side. You can't beat Dashiva in that sense)

He's by Reese's side at all times.

No matter how annoying you may be, no matter how intrusive you may be, you will always show up fluttered and beside Reese.

There's really nothing I can do about it, but... as one another with Reese, no dog is this comforting.

Kicun.

The puppies carry drips into the gathered space.

There are a lot of men's orchards to see how it goes.

Somehow they wanted to look good on each other's fur and the horrible play of shaving each other in the ballicans became popular: 'pruning'.

Fur also prevents heat. If you mow that poorly, you'll naturally be more prone to heat stroke.

In the nursery, the toddlers of a mowed hair and a fallen and lying man were discovered by the teachers and turned into a storm of annoying shouts.

Each showed off a personalized bald spot and everyone was making a bump on their heads.

"Oh, it's Bud."

One toddler jumps out of bed and walks by.

The fur that stood pimped all over the place is evidence of not being able to take a slow nap.

It's true that Minister Leonberger's son... forgot his name.

I'll just hold him up like a bald scattered stuffed animal and ask him, "What's up?"

'You know what? Come on, Daniel and Platon are getting all worked up. That's why I want you to do it, but you can't do it! It's sloppy!

"Hmm? What are you talking about?

"Probably you, Daniel from Master Anton. I guess he sees dragon men from a pure people-based discriminatory perspective because he's intoxicated by his uncle, the Archdeacon of Golton."

At one time I even planned a massive martyrdom, the pure people of the former Yumanistic kingdom.

Didn't they embrace the Transformed Race?

"Even though the dogs are fine?

"We have Dashiba-sama. I'm just dating because I'm only a servant of Her Majesty Queen Leezerotte, who loves Lady Dashiva. My attitude toward other transformed races isn't much different."

"... no trouble."

The day when we can reconcile races is still far away.

Stinging brings together straw and men's orchard puppies.

"It's Bud! Play!

"You've been very kind to me!

"Oh, see you next time. Listen to your mother properly, and I'll tell you when I stop mowing my hair."

'Absolutely!

"Yes, sir."

I rejoiced when I lifted the puppies on the back of my legs, just my legs, and shook them up with cheeks.

Zaft is impressed.

"... the bads you make are amazing. The dogs like me even though I'm not pure and royal."

"Ah? There's no reason to be hot with this mediocre face. Do it. There are too many strangely good looking people on this continent, so I'm totally busy."

"... no, not that way."

Sending a lot of blurry gaze to the muffled zaft, I give the puppies I started gloating over to my parents who were coming to see me and go back to work.

They thanked and wandered or Wycon that they had a visit.

And he split the bauskas for me.

Go out to the garden and transfer the vegetables and fruits to Tarai.

In the evening, the dining room would send ingredients for 'miso' and 'miso soup', and Chancellor Golden Retriever would also cook rice in a good mood.

"Eyewear Apron! Listen to me!

In the rear, he said, 'Hey, black glasses!' "Redhead Apron! '' I'm amazing! Listen! 'and I hear myself calling from next to next.

Most of them are the voices of old dogs.

They're too scared to call the sisters of the Eighth Corps, who work in a burly way.

Zaft is completely frightened.

"You just can't hang out with your grandfathers, can you?"

"They don't even have a place at home, and they come to their old workplace with contract employment."

As it is, I can't get the job done at all.

Tomorrow and the day after...... it's going to be part of the eighth unit all the time.

There are many obnoxious seniors, but I like the work of the Chancellor's secretary's office so much. I can't wait to be disturbed.

I made a decision to get back to the Pharaoh Dogs as soon as possible.

"Dashiva, I made up my mind for you."

I was floating around, lifting Debshiva's side with both hands.

Water that falls from the puffiness and fur.

Boulders are dogs......

More than wet brown fur, the luxury meat is heavy.

Dashiva is looking up at this one with her crushed eyes that she hasn't thought about.

"Huh?

"Sometimes I need you to help me."

"... Bud. What are we going to do with Master Dashiva?"

I was annoyed by the anxious Zaft.

"Leave it to me. Me and this guy have been dating for a reasonably long time. And I know how to use it better than Reese."

The face then...

Later on I told Zaft, "That was a really bad man's laugh. The boulder is the brother-in-law of Her Majesty the Queen," he said, with a praiseworthy face.

"Dashiva! Go! There's a snack jerky over there!

"Wow!"

Dashiva set out.

Wear the historic black belly rolls Zaft borrowed from the Military Department on his belly.

The goal is a corner of the bed occupied by the old dogs.

I was deliberately allowed to put jerky everywhere.

By the way, it says words on the back of the abdominal roll that are large, white ink.

[Remember/Wonko Harbor]

Damn it, Dashiva hits the bed and eats jerky all over it.

The old dogs, surprised by the dogs' onslaught, rolled off the bed.

"Chan!

"What!? Remember Wonko Harbor? It's our war slogan!

"I wound that belly roll back then and did a special attack... for some reason I survived."

"My people are scattered for the good of the country..."

"Hey, Grandpa"

I stand in front of my totally confused grandfathers.

"Even the dogs are running belly rolled for patriotism. And yet the grandfathers are just in the clinic for tea. Don't you have any doubts about your situation?"

…………

After eating the jerky, Dashiva wanders desperately to show off her belly roll propaganda if anything else has fallen off.

Some old dogs are stunned, others stand up with force on their limbs.

Especially because of Dashiva's outgoing belly, I saw a slightly prolonged [Remember Wonko Harbor] and it doesn't move like it was struck by lightning, Grandpa from Airdale Terrier.

I walked in front of him.

"I..."

"This is a battlefield right now. Take a look. They're going to bring me in."

In my words, the grandfathers look around.

Sisters of the Eighth Squad, the groaning dogs carried by stretchers.

Grandfathers to stir up.

Seeing as my nervousness and mental strength return to my saggy fur, I say a word of futility.

"Old soldier! Stand up to help one of your people! But death in battle is a dog's death. Your Majesty is saddened. Win the battlefield with your true experience and strength as a reserve force for the Eighth Squad... survive!

"'Of course not!

Wastefully energetic, the old dog runs out of the way and kills Dr. St. Bernard to get a job.

The teacher with his eyes rounded laughed and nodded when he saw this thumb gesture and understood.

- All the fake patients in the way are at war.

My reading hit me.

The bed rpm in the large room has risen, so that the patient can efficiently hit the cooling.

And Dashiva is - - rolling with her grown belly in the corner of the room.

Yeah, normally no shiva.

Xaft, who stared at me in the back.

"I don't know... Bud's a fan. It was like watching the archdeacon."

"I was hoping you wouldn't be with him. Experience tells me that I've seen a lot of people who are good at tickling people's feelings, so I just know how."

"Heh."

I didn't want you to listen too deeply, so I'll just separate the conversation.

Then the door opened and a lot of food came.

Pulling the carrier is an invisible brown dog that is even bigger and mundane than the old sheepdog Zaft had in the morning.

"Bud! I brought the ingredients you asked for!"

"Thank you, Mr. Chow Chow!

My colleague and best friend Chow Chow Chow Chow, who fell in the heat very early on.

Rare among the dogs, the dogs with westerns of the Old Continent were rushing around to help all over the royal palace, resurrected as quickly as possible.

He was helping you in the dining room this time.

Ingredients that gather one after the other.

Waurme, Wass, Waurocoli, Bauimo.

Even Baume, who can take delicious stock, is on the carrier.

Chef Floodhound prepared something delicious for me when I put it in miso soup for now.

And white miso.

Deputy Akita says Deputy Kishu couldn't get in touch, and instead, he asked someone from the Kishu clan who was in the dining room to bring it to him.

"Okay. Now if the Chancellor is satisfied with making miso soup, that's fine."

"I really had a long day..."

Looking out, it's sunset.

The red sun was plugging into the corner of the big room, the tail of Dashiva sleeping on a belly crawl.

It's a pleasant fatigue.

We headed into an underground hospital facility with our luggage.

But.

Prime Minister Reiki, dressed in white cooking adhesion all ready and waiting for him with a large simple stove and a dimensional pot to go in at one child's leisure - raised a streamlined eyebrow and gave me a denial.

"Not this miso"

"" Ha!?

Zaft and Chow Chow, who came later with their luggage, raise their voices.

I checked.

"But when it comes to the white miso of the Kishu clan, it's all I have."

"Who said it was white miso? Speaking of Kishu, it would be Kishu Wanzanji miso, which is the source of bau soy sauce."

"Wanzanji...... what is it, it"

"It's a kind of miso. They usually hang on white gohans."

Wait a minute, no!

"Would you normally use the type of miso soup to melt?"

"I wanted to make" my miso soup "for Master Reese. Then you'll want to compete with the original miso soup, not something you can predict eating in the dining room --bring it as soon as you know it"

(Isn't today's Prime Minister's selfishness really terrible!?

Chow Chow, when you became a person (he became a boy with a tight forehead who couldn't see his face), he gave me a gentle ear punch.

"Bud. That. There are also withdrawal symptoms that I can't see Master Lieselotte. I hear the Newfoundland guys took the job of sorting out Mr. Lieselotte's clothes in number-order until recently... I'm losing confidence as a domestic dog. Saw it a lot."

I don't give a shit!

... Well, because these guys are dogs?

It's a dog, so there's nothing I can do...

- But what!?

"Trouble with me!!

How annoying is a stubborn dog!

"Ah?"

"Wow, silly! Pure man, evacuate Bud!

"Oh!"

Unexpectedly, I was lifted to the ground by the two of us.

"Ha, ha, ha"

"Mm-hmm. Well, what do we do? Wanzanji."

"You're looking now. Ah."

Desperately distracting my anger with my breath, beside me, the two of them are worried with their faces poked at each other.

Then.

I heard Deputy Kishishu yelling from the big room.

"Akita! Fall down quickly and throw all your work at me!

"As the Akita clan, which prided itself on fur among Japanese dogs, it had no choice but to fall in the proper way."

"You must be very pimpy."

'Ugh, you're dizzy. It's serious. It's lit up to the inside of your mouth. Kiritampo is too early, so for now, he eats ice cream from the temporary vault. Apron, please. "

"Kill"

"The hands and feet of the loyally thick and weak Akita clan are delicate! There he is. There he is!

Lieutenant Kishishu, who is supposed to be a refreshingly handsome man, looks terribly crooked and crisp, tries to strangle a giant morsel dog.

In the meantime, we stopped the fight between the two of us that seemed to go on for a while.

And ask about the whereabouts of Wanzanji miso.

"Ahem? Wanzanji miso?... Speaking of which, you made such a promise as a prime minister. You're in trouble. Things are at my parents' house - oh, sure... this is it."

Oh, my God, he had a wanzange miso in his luggage!

There was a miso kettle mixed in with cans from a bag of soldiers hooked up to his back.

"This is good to hold, and it's convenient to go crazy. Excellent as a portable food."

"Could you split it a little?

"Oh, I don't mind... we're low on quantity, huh?

They gave it to me, but I only had enough to put it in the palm of one hand.

"You're in trouble..."

"What is it, miso? Then there will be plenty in our sympathy. 'Cause it's not popular among old dogs.'

My grandfather at Airdale Terrier called me. They seem to be close to Japanese dogs like Kishu and Shikoku.

Grandfathers who give me miso one after another.

Everyone was full of accomplishments doing a job that people appreciated.

"It's good to be happy."

Back in the basement again, I give the miso to the sleeping prime minister and tell him about it.

Reiman... lifted the miso pot and looked emotional.

And he corrected his residence and apologized for his selfishness.

"I'm sorry. I'm the only one who wants to please your husband... and apparently I've overdone it."

And I started making miso soup.

———— However, mix all the miso and white miso.

"Let's just say this is miso soup made with the people involved. Tomorrow, Master Reese will come to visit and pay his respects. Let's try to behave then."

To his beautiful smile, there seemed to be no lie.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome."

Leese came to visit me in a large room that was completely calm.

Dogs that are good on the way.

From time to time, I lay down in bed with Kyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I just have to laugh.

While pitying the tragedies of Samoed and Côte d 'Ivoire, which had just been brought into charge at the same time, Reese soothed everyone around.

The comforted prime minister has a different glow of golden hair than usual.

After asking Dr. St. Bernard all the way about the heat stroke situation nationwide.

Everyone at the clinic was supposed to eat a simmer named Miso Soup.

Dogs that were hospitalized in the basement can also be taken as a plug in.

(Anyway, Chow Chow, there were all the ingredients on the carriage that you brought, and all the vegetables that the parents of the children twilight. I don't even know if I can say miso soup anymore)

Beyond the iron plaid, the aesthetic shape with balls on white cooking attire.

One by one, he simmers away from a super giant pan.

Reese, who was first handed over, breathed into the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Take a sip of salty, well-stocked miso soup and laugh hehe (smile compared to ours).

"I hear there's a lot of mixed serving and miso, but it's delicious. It's a treat for your cooperation."

And I appreciated it happily.

The dogs are all satisfied.

Chancellor Golden Retriever of Boulder also looks horrified.

Neither he nor anyone else were happy to see Leezelotte's healthy cheeks, reddished after a delicious meal.

I started helping out with clinics sometimes.

Dr. St. Bernard is moving to Unit Eight? and I have slightly hinted, but I refused because I do not have the strength of a boulder.

It's not clear what I want to do in the future yet.

But not only is my sister happy, but it's also a good thing that everyone is happy about, and I've finally come to think of it lately.