Don’t make me go inside. I like the snow, the falling of lily white dots that settle on my fur, that make it obvious that I’m not black and white, but black and off-white, or maybe off-black and off-white. The snow cushions me and the rest of the neighborhood, makes it all slow down, makes us reflect. So, why do I have to go inside? I’m a dog, people. A dog!
Shane, he's inside. Saki, he's with Kyla in front of the wood stove. They don't know what they're missing. But, I know what I'll be missing as soon as Joan gets me inside. Not right away, though. Not now. Later.
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