“Ry…Ry.”
Ryan heard André calling his name from what seemed like a long distance away.
“Ry…Ry.” The call came again: this time closer.
Ryan opened his eyes and found he was face to face with three wet black noses resting on the side of his bed. He raised up on one elbow and scratched the furry heads each in turn. As he did so, he looked toward the doorway to find André leaning against the jam, smiling.
“Dogs need out,” he said.
At the word ‘out’, the three stood back with tails wagging furiously. It seemed they understood Ryan was assigned to the task of morning turn out.
Ryan threw the covers back and swung his legs off the bed and stood. Only then did he realize his morning erection was prominently displayed under the stretched fabric of his sweats.
He glanced at André. The
