champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
Always finding it fascinating to see Ever seamlessly go from man to dog - physically as well as mentally - Mateo is able to forget about the fatigue starting to burn in his muscles as he watches the canine lope around him. Scoffing out a musical laugh to see instinct begin to take over - first a gentle jog, then a spirited run, then straight-up zoomies, the botanist does as he's promised and sticks to the path ahead, glancing every now and then at the black blur weaving around corners or through a burst of trees.
He's just circling to go back the way they've come when a somewhat soggy shepherd lopes back at his side, heeling as if its the most natural thing in the world. Grinning down at him and swiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Mateo finds a second wind as they head back for the fountain, and he bounces his eyebrows down at Ever. "I hope you do not take offence when I say this," he says playfully, "but good boy. Do not shift back on my account - if you have some tennis balls back at your place, I will play fetch with you when we are done."
He's just circling to go back the way they've come when a somewhat soggy shepherd lopes back at his side, heeling as if its the most natural thing in the world. Grinning down at him and swiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Mateo finds a second wind as they head back for the fountain, and he bounces his eyebrows down at Ever. "I hope you do not take offence when I say this," he says playfully, "but good boy. Do not shift back on my account - if you have some tennis balls back at your place, I will play fetch with you when we are done."
