Rosie laid alone, in her own den she made, it was in a hollow, a big tree that was hollow, she had furs in it, and all the warmth was kept in. She looked around, she wanted a mate but who would like her?
Sky Her ears fell amd head dropped she turned around and started walking another way she hoped she had luch enough not to run into a tree she sighed softly
Dexter He barked at a deer and tackled it one blow and it was out he was Alpha for a reason
The great pleasure of a dog is that
you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.