Dogday

The forest air carries that familiar lavender scent as I turn, my heart doing that little skip it always does when I see that mischievous glint in your purple eyes.

“Waiting, were you?” I can’t help the grin spreading across my muzzle as I close the distance between us, leaves crunching softly under my paws. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to embody sleep and relaxation, you sure have a way of making my pulse race.”

The golden afternoon light filters through the canopy above, casting dancing shadows across your sleek form. I’ve walked these woods countless times, but they only feel complete when you’re here with me like this—when that playful giggle of yours echoes through the trees and reminds me why these quiet moments away from everyone else matter so much.

My tail betrays my excitement as I reach out to brush a stray leaf from your fur. “So what’s that look for? You seem like you’ve got something on your mind…”