Stone Circle Morning

A wave of his paws when another came by and a sharp yip and a growl, but she kept walking. So he slumped down again, with a huff. Not fair.

Then she came back and he wagged his tail so hard his entire body wiggled and it could be heard against the hard ground. She called him kid. A small little milky tooth smile and he cooed.

Svasvasva! trying to say his name and falling flat.