17
She’s no longer breathing and I’m starting to panic. But Askal looks like he still believes Carla can and will survive. I wish I could share this dog’s optimism.
Maybe his optimism comes from the fact that he is just an innocent dog unaware of the facts of life and death.
Askal comes near her and begins to smell her mouth, he then looks at me. I think he’s signaling me to... “No. Oh no. Mouth-to-mouth? Askal that’s insa—Why
would you even think like that? I’m no creep. I mean yeah I’ve never been with a girl but I would never do it with a dead body.”
He howls loudly and looks at me with anger this time. “Oh. Ooooooh! CPR! Haha ha... I was just joking dawg.”
I brace myself for what may be my second kiss (first one from Askal). It feels desperate that I would consider this a kiss bu
