[ Oh my god. Is that a floating dog? This is the best fucked up fever dream Greg has ever had. He's alive. He's happy (how in hell -- hel? -- had that ever happened), and now there are dogs.
Dogs that can fly.
There are no words, only incoherent cooing as he waves a half-eaten hot dog back and forth towards it, his lunch momentarily forgotten. ]
Re: Gladstone | Sherlock Holmes
Dogs that can fly.
There are no words, only incoherent cooing as he waves a half-eaten hot dog back and forth towards it, his lunch momentarily forgotten. ]