We’d run several miles at least and very quickly. I crawled on my hands and knees, turning and knocking my head into his ribs, barely able to nudge the animal’s great weight, and he merely took a small side step, his tail wagging as he regarded me with calm, amber eyes. He was no threat to us, it was just that him and the other boy weren’t supposed to be there. That was both deliciously wonderfully and somewhat painful, but only for a few moments. Barley had long since finished cleaning himself and he was gone somewhere, his barking carried upon the wind occasionally. It reached to the middle of my back now as my Master had never cut it. I felt good and clean, and afterwards I smelled like the water, which was a pleasing smell and soon gave way to the scent that was just me. Bush was a real tease like that and Bandy could be the same way, but usually only when we were outside like we were this day.
