"A show poodle." Shawn repeated into the phone, "Seriously?" he asked still not sure he heard his cousin right.
"Yes a show poodle." Rebecca said, "Look, I know it's not the most masculine dog in the world, but the studio was looking for a poodle with almost human intelligence. When I heard the almost human part, you immediately came to my mind." Rebecca added trying to lighten up Shawn who she knew wouldn't be happy about the gig.
"But, come on. I'm going to be all dolled up and pranced around a ring. That's not what I am. I'm a stuntman."
"Who is going to get paid very well for what is, for once, a very safe job. I even made sure that you will actually get real meat in your meals as opposed to that dry stuff you hated last time."
"Rebecca. I don't want safe. I don't care about safe. I didn't get into this industry to be safe. I want to be in danger, I want fire, I want fighting. I don't want to...prance."
Some silence came from Rebecca's end. Shawn immediately felt bad about what he'd said. Rebecca was only doing what she thought was best and wanted to keep him safe. I really should have put that more nicely. "He I'm sorry. You're right, it'll be nice to have a job where I'm actually not in danger." Rebecca still didn't respond, "Come on Rebecca," Shawn continued, "I'm sure I can make it a fun week of shooting. I'll be the big dog on campus. I'll get all the bitches I want. Huh?" Shawn said hoping he bad jokes would make Rebecca feel better.
After a few more seconds of silence Rebecca hesitantly said "Actually..."
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