dogs with benefits | son of ares
out of all of his dogs, it was thor who had started sam’s ritual of waking up at 5 am ❪ the other two content to laze about in bed all day, hurrying to take sam’s warmed place once he had gotten up, ❫ and what had begun as calming walks slowly transitioned into brisk morning jogs that later led to coffee and croissants at the local dog friendly bakery down his street. the long-haired retriever bounded up excitedly to samuel where he sat at the bottom of his bed tying his sneakers, leash held tight in thor’s mouth, which lolled open into a dopey smile, effectively laying the leash upon his feet. sam nodded, ruffling the dogs flopping ears with a grin. ❛ alright, alright, you menace. i’m hurrying. ❜
with august impending upon them, the heat had become stifling and morning really did seem to be the only time of the day to get much of anything done without being choked by the summer air. thor trotted obediently beside him, keeping pace with sam’s running, feet hitting the cement pavement lightly as they ran circles through the quiet park. judging by the sun, it appeared to be around six thirty now, and with a gasping breath he stuttered to a slow stop, hands on his knees. until he was yanked forward, thor yipping and barking at an oncoming jogger and his dog. tail wagging furiously at the prospect of meeting a new friend. and once they came near, the two dogs immediately bounded towards one another. ❛ sorry, sorry, ❜ he gasped, still struggling to cool down. ❛ he just really loves new people and animals. ❜
