July 21, 2020, 12:48 AM
Three things Huxley knew. He was hungry, he was tired, and he missed his humans terribly.
But there was another knowledge here, buried deep. An innate urging that he had never felt before.
Tongue lolled out of his mouth, tail wagging joyfully as he trotted into a meadow, an explosion of smells suddenly in front of him. There were a few things Huxley knew how to eat. Squirrels, Opossum. Dead things.
A sweet smell hung on the breeze and the dog followed it, tags clanking loudly and leash dragging behind him, snagging on things occasionally.
Berries! He knew what berries were! Eagerly he shoved his head into the bush, noisily licking and sucking, eating his fill of the sweet treat.
But there was another knowledge here, buried deep. An innate urging that he had never felt before.
Tongue lolled out of his mouth, tail wagging joyfully as he trotted into a meadow, an explosion of smells suddenly in front of him. There were a few things Huxley knew how to eat. Squirrels, Opossum. Dead things.
A sweet smell hung on the breeze and the dog followed it, tags clanking loudly and leash dragging behind him, snagging on things occasionally.
Berries! He knew what berries were! Eagerly he shoved his head into the bush, noisily licking and sucking, eating his fill of the sweet treat.
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