Apples and Trees IV
Ron and Jr sported the same, albeit differently sized, light brown cargo shorts. The pup wore a baggy camouflage t-shirt while his dad's tank top clung onto this frame. Both sat at the table finishing their breakfast together. The morning sun warmed...
Apples and Trees
Tall skyscrapers rushed by and out of sight. The concrete jungle which the two rottweilers were accustomed to crumbled away in the rear-view mirror. Even the gloomy yet comfortingly familiar clouds seemed to prefer the metropolis as a fresh shade of...
Apples and Trees III
On Sundays, everything was closed. Not even the water fountain worked. The silence was one of the many unfamiliarly confusing aspects about country life. Jr and Ron both were accustomed to the constant drone of cars, foot traffic, and the occasional...