My dog is the best dog. He’s well trained, and he likes to cuddle, but there’s other things, too. Like the other day, I took him for a walk, and some asshole called me something he shouldn’t have. My dog killed the man by breathing a thick stream of blue fire. He didn’t even bark. When he was done, he tugged at the leash because he wanted to smell some other dog’s pee.
Usually at the end of the day, I’ll plop into bed, and my dog will jump on the bed after me. Sometimes, he’ll transform. When he does, the room glows soft white. In a moment that feels calm and warm, a hundred eyes appear on his body, and each of those eyes is looking at me, telling me that it’s going to be OK.
