Carson woke for a few mornings in a row, his memories of the day before full of Adele’s perfume, her curvy legs as she did yoga poses and called to him to move around her and through the goats to make sure they all could jump up and down off a person, and no fighting.
They hadn’t been fighting, and he smiled on Friday morning as he got up and stepped into the shower. As he brewed coffee and put an English muffin in the toaster. As he delivered Ted and Tony to the Canine Club, where they’d been spending their days with other dogs.
Adele had been right—his dogs did love the big open space with trees, places to dig, and other dogs.
Carson spent his mornings with pigs, llamas, and horses, and his afternoons with Adele. It was the best way to end a day that he’d ever had, and he didn’t mind
