Dog house ha! Who can actually successfully lie to themselves so well that they believe I'm actually fine out here in the snow while they're right there in the house warm and dry and not... what's that word? Lonely.
Each time the girl comes out, I waggle and lick her face to let her know the business about "heaven" written on my dog house is not exactly accurate.
She won't be back for a long time. I'll wait, and hope she figures out soon that I can't protect her from out here. I wish the man would let me help him stop her from crying. It happens all the time at night. She cries. Ever since the woman left.

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ganymeder over 11 years ago

So sad and sweet.

DazedPuckBunny over 11 years ago

Oh this made me sniffle! Great job. :)

SelahWrites (joined over 11 years ago)

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