*Astrid*
“Come on Pjuske”. I stand by the door and call for my dog. “I need to go early to work today boy so it will just be a short walk”.
He bounces along beside out of the garden and through the gate inte the Moore area. To be honest I have kinda lost the desire to go off the beaten road here, considering what I have found.
“I wish I knew what to do about him”. I feel a bit silly telling my dog, of course, thinking about Zac and that damned kiss.
Pjuske stops and looks up at me, and I can’t help but smile. “I know you like him boy, I like him too, I guess that is the problem … I like him, but I know he is so troubled, we would most likely end up a mess”.
My dog gives a small yap, and then he runs over to a tree, peeing on it.
It must be so much easier to be a dog, no worries about
