Hmm.
Anthony sat in the shade on the top step of his back porch, staring out into his garden, not really seeing what was around him, his mind on the man having a long bath in the house behind him.
So... this is what it feels like to be in the doghouse.
He quirked his head, contemplating it.
He should probably be feeling bad about it, being sent out of his own home for doing exactly what his mate wished that he do.
His tail wagged. He should be feeling bad, but he just couldn't.
He was too happy to feel down.
Despite his grumpiness upon waking up that morning and finding he was unable to walk, William seemed to have accepted him, just as he was.
How was such a thing possible?
It was scary to be so happy, like the tides would turn at any moment. It made his heart jitter and at the
