Dogs, majestic bright-eyed domestic canines by the people; a variety of coats and teeth that curved and snapped with claws that would dig into the dark brown ground with a tail tucked between their legs; walking you in town his hand intertwined with yours as he guarded you and pulled you closer with every shoulder inches away that passed by and nodded at men that greet you — like he was greeting them for you. He was a dog latched onto a collar; forever intertwined with you and a lace intertwined within your index finger that curled.

“You look pretty today,” Lenny said; you dressed .. different, not that it was bad of course. It was unique, it was .. you were you. He was weak on his knees for you; weak and vulnerable the puppy at your feet and the canine that snapped and bark at every little thing that brought harm; putting his hand on the side of your waist as he pulled you closer ever so slightly like he was scared someone would take you away.