@nocoyote
there’s never any time for silence in new york city, but before six am comes close to it. he jogs early and he jogs with prizrak, his paws still a little stumbling but getting there. he had shot up another ten pounds, now at six months old, and he was eager to run.
but he begins to pull on the leash at one point and roman looks to the side to see another dog, alone, watching them. he slows and turns. no owner was bad in the city, and no owner meant the dog could get thrown into any pound.
“hey -- hey buddy. come here.”











