It was hard, from that point forward, to just go on with life as Thom had been, all the while knowing, or at least wondering, if Dog had something wrong with him. They hadn’t known each other for long, no more than a couple of months, but Dog was a friend. The kind of friend that Thom had never really had before. Dog didn’t give a flying flip if Thom didn’t want to go out for dinner, or hang out at a bar, or show up to somebody’s wedding. In fact, Dog was more than happy for it just to be the two of them, pending the inclusion of some walks and bathroom breaks. And if those walks were in quiet, secluded areas with lots of trees and birds and not much else, well that was even better. So, the idea of Dog having something horribly wrong with him seemed, on the one hand, all kinds of wrong, an
