Woof

Inspire me. Go on – fetch. Find me something to admire and I’ll rub under your chin until you drool. NOT THAT WAY. It’s a one way street. Fool.

Those who run aren’t as cowardly as you think. They are forced to appreciate the finer things like warming near an open fire or scrutinizing the mail.

Oh don’t worry. His bark is worse than his bite. This blood? Is from that one time his bite happened to be worse. This tear? Is from…Where did you say you were from?

Where did the fear go? Starring back isn’t usually the answer. Who will bow down first? Not this time.

Please go on.