...I imagine it's Cole incarnate. Then the bubble burst and I'm reminded I've fallen in love with the most impertinent, uncivil, ill-bred German.
Bless his heart, he can't help himself. I've given up crying, raging and threatening to kill him, laughter plus another year of saintly patience and I should have a gallant gentleman on my hands--- or at least a dog that won't have daily matricidal thoughts running through his pea brain.
And yet, I look forward to both my daily runs. To greet the sun and tuck it into bed.
It's what me, Dax, Peter and Garrett do: we are a pack, we travel together.
Nightly ritual: we all three split and apple before falling asleep.
Teamwork. Every night.
My gentlemen and the heathen.
The face of a chubby angel.
The other angel.
Now if I could carve out more than the narrow strip of bed assigned to me!