It was dark, dark and dank in the back of the cave. Rex was licking his wounds, metaphorically speaking. He felt the wall behind him pressing against his tailbone. It felt… Read More
Rex's human writes a love letter to the wife he has yet to meet: Being canine, Rex isn't particularly good with words. He gets his message across in other ways. He does, however… Read More
Tapping into what he was thinking as he sat out beside the sidewalk staring intently at a passing Poodle’s wagging hindquarters, scratching absently behind one ear, most people would s… Read More
He was dreaming, and it wasn't your typical canine dream, his legs weren't running across an imaginary field, Rex was flying. He'd learned that if he jumped high enough, using all the… Read More
There was a heavy male scent in the air that was making the hackles on the back of Rex's neck stand up. It was redolent of sweat, aggression and a touch of desperation, testosterone an… Read More
The air in the office was cool and dry, odourless. It was quiet. Snippets of some chatter drifted down the hall from the reception area. He was deep into a bunch of numbers, his brain fli… Read More
She was after a job and if that meant flirting with a guy to land it, she had no problem with side-stepping moral issues should it get her what she wanted. Her older boyfriend was a bi… Read More
Rex's human was giving him the talking to. Rex's ears were perked up and his head was cocked to one side because he knew that this guy sometimes brought him treats, but it was unclear… Read More
She turned and ran away from him, gradually picking up speed in her graceful, easy lope, her pony-tail bobbing, her mind already on what she'd be doing next, the taste of good coffee and bi… Read More
Rex whined a little. He scratched at the bottom of his doghouse door, his nose pressed against the crack. It was still locked from the outside. He lay down dejectedly, his… Read More
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