Ezra whistled for his two dogs to stay with him as he walked through the streets. Bosco and Dolce barked as they play wrestlers as they bound after him. Bosco stays on his right and Dolce on his left. Ezra left his hands drop to rub their heads.

His continuous messages to his ex; were always left unread and unanswered so he was resigned to keep Dolce. He couldn’t be so heartless to leave the dog after her owner left her. At least Bosco and Dolce got along like two peas in a pod.

Ezra rolled out his neck as he walked the lamp lit streets; the sun setting in the horizon. His ever present DSLR Nikon camera was around his neck.