William “Bull” Swan was awakened in his bed by his pit bull Shiva who lapped his face with her big flat tongue. It was Friday 5:30 AM and Shiva, who had been cuddled in the crook of Bull’s arm, knew it was time for her bed-mate to arise.
Bull groaned, “OK, OK,” and he threw back the thin comforter and it enveloped Shiva’s head. Bull sat up on the edge of the bed. He felt his jaw. He had shaved yesterday morning. He pinched the collar of his V-shirt and stretched it up to his nose and sniffed. He had only worn the V-shirt one day.
He felt there was no need to shave and shower this morning. Even if it was a kind of a special day.
Shiva pushed her head between Bull’s arm and chest. Bull put Shiva’s big head in…
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