A happy “woof” is his only response. I turn to point one finger at him. “I know you love the river. Don’t say I never did anything for you.” I take the stairs and yell back, “But how could you ever say that when I do literally everything for you?” I envision an air bubble over Otis’s head that might read Dude, get over yourself. “Yup,” I say, of course to myself as I strip and turn on the shower. “You’ve lived alone too long.”
Okay I love this lol need more people talking to their pets in books
