
Telling Tails
Soulful brown eyes gaze longingly back at me. He watches my every move. The slightest nuance. Each breath. Unmasked desire smolders in his expression. I weaken, surrender to him, and he barks his delight. That’s right, folks, barks! It’s "cookie time," and my dog lets me know it like clockwork. As an author, I spend much of my day in a chair. Solitary—that’s a writer’s life—because no one can put in the long hours, except for me. Yet I’m blessed. I share my home with pets, so