Keith was rummaging in the kitchen and I felt a slight pang of guilt about the leftovers from last night. “Okay, if you need anything… Indian xxx “You okay?” Keith voice made me jump. Without stopping he opened the door to the kennel and turned on the light. Metal ones, leather, other materials…Thick, thin, plain or with intricate engravings or painted designs. “I have thought about your question. “You are suffering being left alone and cooped up in your little space. “
Groaning I closed my eyes. “Listen, please.” He spoke fast. It was even longer since I had gotten up after my nightmare. And there was the possibility of seeing him. Keith nodded. Then I held out the collar. The boredom, the loneliness – the longing. Stay here to clean the mess first?
