Originally, I wanted a dog, not a puppy. I was wrong. I prefer him young.

He tells me all of his dreams

Even when he’s lusting after another woman

Even when he has nightmares about me leaving

He cocks his head suddenly

To ask if maybe he’s over sharing?

I could teach him shame

I could also lock my puppy in a cage

But I don’t do it. 

I try to steer them both in the right direction

We all sleep together, in a heap. 

We are learning how to have nice, pleasant dreams.

I tell them both I’ll never leave.

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