rourkie

I had the best dog in the world, but I didn't deserve him. I never quite figured out what breed he was, whether it was German shepherd, or husky, or... something else. He certainly had some wolf blood in him; that much you could tell just by looking. Sleek and shaggy, he had thick, white fur that looked coarse but was surprisingly soft to touch. Long muzzle, long legs with large paws, and long ears that were rounded at the tip; big floofy tail, and a great big doggie grin you couldn't help but smile back at. He was super-smart, too. I could tell him anything, and I knew right away that he understood. He always understood me. What I was sayi