For some reason seeing him sends a shiver up my spine. He looks more like a predator now that I can see him in the light. He’s huge. Even sitting down, his head can easily peer through the windows. I wonder what mutated breed he is. I assume it’s a he, I’m not game enough to go check.
And that was the last area I paid attention to last night. I know I wouldn’t want anyone checking between my legs to see what I am, if I were a dog. Cracking my car door open, he walks over to me. I pat his big head and sigh. He’s just as soft as last night. He presses his nose onto my side where the gash is. I hiss a little from the direct pressure on it. I don’t know how but since he touched it, I’m fully aware of the zig zagged cut across my side.
Deciding I should recheck it and be on the lookout for
