White/Blackmail
With no more sound than the ghost of a breeze, Knorr Wheldon stepped out of the hedge through a gap no larger than he and emerged onto a brightly-lit sidewalk. Brushing down his fur with his fingers, the border collie adjusted what little clothing he...
heart break poem?
My ex love will always be my wolf ready to devore me in his pack of buzzards
No Breed Restrictions.
“my ex loved to get rubs.” neil shrugged offhandedly. he didn’t want to touch on that subject. despite gus’s antics, the human did enjoy his company. he was a bit touch starved these days and having the canine around helped him with that.