Sara
I woke up the next morning to a cold, gray day. The cloudy skies and drizzle seemed to mirror my emotions, I thought as I poured a cup of coffee and gazed out the window. Even King looked grumpy this morning, snorting when I opened the door to go outside, and giving me what I swore was a dirty look when he regarded the precipitation.
"Sorry, buddy, I don't have anything to do with the weather," I informed him, and I was startled by the voice behind me.
Jaxon, of course, standing behind me was wearing a grin.
"So, you're having full-on conversations with the dog now, huh," my husband remarked with a teasing glint in his eyes. "I mean, don't get me wrong, there are definitely worse individuals to chat with, but unless there's something I don't know, he can't talk back."
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