Everest
All of Ever's scruff seems to rise toward his ears as his eyes take on a slightly crazed, delighted shine. Groaning, one of his hind paws thumping in time with Mateo's fingers, the shepherd continues to curl himself forward against Mateo's thigh until he's just a ball of dark skin that occasionally grunts happily. It's a version of Ever that few will ever see, if only because there's every possibility that once he's no longer a puppy, he'll grow out of such antics.
Barking once, softly, Ever gives himself a good shake before pressing his nose to the ground and trotting down the trail. With each step his large ears bounce, and every now and then his tail raises as some new scent crosses that of what Ever is now thinking of as some sort of leaking canoe carrying meat. Glancing over his shoulder, the puppy yips (yips, not barks) his encouragement to Mateo as he sets off at a slow lope, pressing easily through the underbrush as the scent of leaky-meat-filled-canoe grows stronger.
Barking once, softly, Ever gives himself a good shake before pressing his nose to the ground and trotting down the trail. With each step his large ears bounce, and every now and then his tail raises as some new scent crosses that of what Ever is now thinking of as some sort of leaking canoe carrying meat. Glancing over his shoulder, the puppy yips (yips, not barks) his encouragement to Mateo as he sets off at a slow lope, pressing easily through the underbrush as the scent of leaky-meat-filled-canoe grows stronger.
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
