Showing 6 Result(s)

Go Away | Ch. 3

My parents would enter the room, they’d call me over, and the wagging of my tail would propel me forward. Hugs, scratching, and loving words were poured over me while I sniffed and licked their sweet, salty faces.
Since Baby has come into our lives, I hear “Not now, Bo” from Mom and Dad a lot more often.

On the Move | Chapter 6

Humming with each stride of the knee, her breathing increases speed. I smell her sweet softness as she nears. And, when the vibration of her chubby hands slapping the floor reverberates beneath my paw, my eyes snap open and I spring to my feet.