Box Shaped HeartChapter 33 Unmoored
Ah, damn, it was raining. Carter didn’t exactly feel like going out in the rain, but Taz could care less about that and needed out like five minutes ago. Well, it wasn’t like he was the one depressed, right? There was no point for him, as a dog, to mope around the house, in slippers and pajamas. Could dogs feel depressed? He wondered. “Wanna go outside?” he scratched the dog’s fluffy ears. Taz placed his head on his master’s knees and stared up, right into Carter’s eyes. He whined. “I...