Rocketman, Burning up out here
And only the stocky orange spacesuit between the huntaway and a rather unpleasant death. "do you really have to play that noise, mitch?" laughed bruce, "i mean filtering it through the suit comms is a little harsh on the ears y'know."
City Lights
The same applies to my own huntaway lineage. we're a rough-and-tumble working class lot, and my lanky frame and coarse tan and black fur is pretty typical.
Poker Night
I was actually pretty lean, but it didn't always show because my working-class huntaway coat always stuck out in unruly patches of tan and black. i wasn't ashamed of how i looked, but i'd never been an exhibitionist, either.