Ok realtalk though talking to a dog is how I met my absolute FAVE group of homeless dudes. One of them had a dog I stopped to say hi to and we chatted one day on my way home from work.
A few weeks later I stop to say hi again and he he says “hey you’re a nurse right? Do you have any bandages or anything? A raccoon bit her two nights ago.”
I’d recently stole some saline flushes from work to clean my fiance’s pet rat’s wound, and had some ace wraps and gauze and bacitracin left over from the last time I got hurt myself. I always have gloves on hand because lbr sometimes life is just nasty.
Him and his buddies held the dog down while I flushed the wound and shoved the bacitracin in and wrapped it (it’s ok though she forgave me, lol). I did tell him he really REALLY needed to take her down to the ASPCA and beg them to vax the dog which he did.
Anyway we all hang out for a beer on the corner sometimes now but we try to stay away from the main road since Joe got scolded by the po-po for drinking in public. They’re not usually too hard on any of them because the real city protip is to only pick up the truly unruly and harassing motherfuckers and leave the regular dudes chillin’.
I grew up rural so having an urban version of the old dudes drinking beer and people watching on their rickety-ass porch all day is a welcome sight to me. Them motherfuckers always have the best gossip. It’s a tad more multicultural than where I grew up but tbh that’s just a bonus!
“They have taken you from the Imperial City’s prison, first by carriage and now by boat, to the east, to Morrowind. Fear not, for I am watchful. You, have been chosen.”