18 May 2012
He cautiously wonders into the restricted area, almost discretely avoiding the chance of a single sound, wading through as if treading upon fragile glass. Like a lion feet from his prey, lurking with bad intent. Like a child with no boundaries and out for mischievous plans. Within seconds he's in the midst of he's target. Before you have an idea of a response.
The gnarly teeth of a overweight dog has restrained you.
Oh The joys of animals
Pet Love • Opuss № I