Wipe his mouth, wipe his feet, give treat… gentle. His teeth scrape my knuckle. Gentle! He waits and looks, looks and waits. A short command GO! and he bounds up the steps, trit trotting cloppity clop to the water bowl. He slurps. Emerging from the kitchen jowls dripping – he wants to play.
TurtleSloth
Slow Meanderings
