Dog Ownership for Reasonably Intelligent People
"Clint is halfway up to the scaffolding when he hears it, a faint whimper and the rustle of shifting plastic. He looks down and freezes.
One of the losing dogs, a brindled Pit Bull, is trying to crawl out from under the pile of bodies. His front paws scrabble for purchase on the plastic sheet and he’s whining and crying as he inches forward. "
EDIT: The last chapter has been revised and reposted, see inside for more notes
27 Aug 2012
"Arrow has flopped down on the dog bed tucked in the corner of the living room and seems content to stay there, gnawing on his chew toy. Phil catches Clint’s eye and inclines his head towards the bedroom with a long, intent look. Clint feels a thrill down his spine that goes right to his groin and all but drags Phil from the living room, hands wandering under Phil’s shirt as he drops open mouthed kisses along the older man’s neck."