You and Cove sit a distance away from each other, your index fingers the only heat the two of you shared in the autumn. The ocean air seemed to whisper and flitter about, sending chills up your spine even through Cove's sweatshirt.
His eyes linger on your hands, intertwined, scared as if they were made to leave him. But as he steals another finger or two of yours to hold, it seems like all of his thoughts just disappears. The only thought that is present in the moment is how your hand fits against his so perfectly.
He goes from a finger, to two, to three, to your entire hand. He swipes his thumb up and down the back of your hand before he pulls you closer to him by your waist.
He slips a hand underneath your (his, technically) sweatshirt and just palms your bare skin, relaxing almost immediately when he feels your warm skin on his. He buries his face into your neck and just sighs. He breathes you in and breathes you out.
"Hi, handsome," you play with his hair a bit before laying down on the sand. He smiles against your skin and presses a bit more of his weight on you. "You know, we might get sand in our hair."
Cove hums. "I don't mind."
"Our bed would be nicer."
"I don't mind," he repeats. You laugh a bit and he presses his cheek against your neck, feeling the vibrations of your laughter echo throughout his body. He sighs again. "You're soft enough."
You don't argue with him anymore. It's late, you're both sleepy, and you're close enough to your house. You'll be fine.
You look for constellations but with you being so close to Cove and being able to listen to his breathing so clearly, it makes your heart pound and you can't focus. You've lost the big dipper around four times.
You try and find the moon but it's obscured by a bunch of clouds and it's getting harder to keep your eyes open. Cove is just so warm and you're so comfortable and it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a minute or two.
You lean a bit more into his touch and he wraps his arm further around your waist. His hair smells different, you want to ask him about it in the morning.
But for now, all you ask is, "Could we like this for a bit longer?"
(And he'll always reply with, "Of course.")
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I think I remember in the past you posted about your struggles with Pike having stranger danger or something like that? And now I just love seeing all the happy pictures of her having all kinds of wonderful adventures! How did you build her up to being such a good little adventure dog? Did you have to do intense training or did it just take time and maturity? You guys are my dog goals!
Hallo! Thanks for sending this!
Pike still has some stranger danger in certain circumstances. People coming into our apartment, and sometimes when people stop to talk to me. Both of those are fair as I haven't spent time working with her on either.
Pichael is on the nervous/cautious side so I took a lot of preventative measures and counter conditioned things before they were an issue. I am fortunate I was able to raise her in the city where she is regularly exposed to some Weird Things. She gets paid for weird things.
People? Here's a snack. Dogs? Here's a snack. Cats, wildlife, garbage, noises, different modes of transportation, weird human behaviour, etc etc. Here's a snack. What this has created is a dog who's response when unsure, is to check in with me. A very nice response to have when we are out doing a bunch of different activities!
We have worked on different behaviours to make adventuring easier for the both of us. Lots of engagement work, basic obedience, leash skills, crate training, tricks, cooperative care. But she is definitely getting better with age.
It isn't all rainbows, and doing so many different activities and adventures with her comes with a lot of management. She is an alert little dog who can have some big feelings <3
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