Putting his things in his bag for him made me feelĀ a little like a dog marking its territory. I left my scent on his clothes to warn the other dogs to keep moseying along. This tree was mine. Striker seemed charmed by the domesticity of the process. We both carefully stee...
I lay with my eyes closed, playing possum. He moved quietly, gathering some clothes from the drawers and his dock kit from off the bureau. He headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Snuggled under the covers, warm and a little sluggish, I wondered if Axel had brought clothes in for me la...