He was so sweet, so faithful, so reticent, so reluctant and so adamant that I didn’t push my luck, and left without giving the gorgeous boy even a pat; but I waved and called my goodbye to his master, down on the mud.
- Oh, isn’t he cute?
- What’s your name?
- Shake hands?
- Come on, shake hands
- Please
- Down there?
- The one closest to us?
- Alright, I’m leaving







