Sylvester had never known that having five dogs lying on top of him could be so restful, but their collective snores had become an essential part of his weekend nap experience.
“Nǐ hǎo!” Marc burst through the front door of the apartment carrying a brown paper bag of lychees.
Sylvester grunted as the dogs launched themselves off of his chest, one's hind paw pressing against Sylvester’s sternum as they all ran to greet Marc at the door.
“Show off!” Sylvester laughed. They were learning how to speak Cantonese together, and Marc was the star pupil of their class. Sylvester’s language skills exclusively consisted of ordering a very specific kind of octopus soup.
Marc was on the floor of the foyer, nearly hidden in a flood of wagging tails and drooling dog kisses. “You’ll get it soon. I’m g
