My first and last summer with her is something I wish I could experience forever.
The sound of cicadas on our barely-out-of-city-limits and the summer heat gracing my puppy coat was great.
Me, my brother, and mother would often play in the fields. Our tall skin friend would walk our territory with us, and check on everyone. They wouldn't let anything go bad under their watch. Mother, with her long, dark coat and gentle brown eyes seemed to trust this friend very much.
We had other friends in our territory. Mother called them goats and horses. Mother said it was fine to be around the goats, but the horses were something to never be by unless separated by a fence because they spooked really easy and could step on you. She said me especially to be careful, as I have very long legs that could break.
Mother was a purebred, and a farm dog. She was a Belgian Tervuren. She had long, sleek fur, and was so watchful. My brother and I both inherited her fur. She tells me I look more like my dad, and that my brother looks more like her. I don't know what Dad looks like, but he was probably a fast dog, I would guess! He would have had to have been to get in the territory without the skin friend knowing.
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Where Did You Sleep Last Night
General FictionUNDER CONSTRUCTION, temporary cover! Other comic I wanna write. Your last life is something you wish you remembered. You find yourself born a mutt in an unforgiving world, and have to find a means to survive.
