It's impossible not to giggle when Derek's pink tongue flicks out at my fingers, gnawing on them playfully. He butts his head up against my belly and I take that to mean he might be as hungry as I am.
"Hang on," I tell him before wrestling my phone out from deep inside the pocket of my ski pants. Grinning, I quickly take a picture of him, his tongue lolling and ears perked and think about tweeting it before deciding to keep it just for myself. I shove my phone back into my pocket and then bend over to press a kiss to the top of his furry head and dig my fingers into scratch at his thick ruff.
Standing up again, I nod over toward the lodge and start walking. Or at least I try. The skis make that hard, obviously, but not impossible. "You don't have to change back if you don't want to," I tell him, my fingertips grazing his back. "I'm not sure they'll let you inside like this, but I can run in and get you something and we can eat out here."
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"Hang on," I tell him before wrestling my phone out from deep inside the pocket of my ski pants. Grinning, I quickly take a picture of him, his tongue lolling and ears perked and think about tweeting it before deciding to keep it just for myself. I shove my phone back into my pocket and then bend over to press a kiss to the top of his furry head and dig my fingers into scratch at his thick ruff.
Standing up again, I nod over toward the lodge and start walking. Or at least I try. The skis make that hard, obviously, but not impossible. "You don't have to change back if you don't want to," I tell him, my fingertips grazing his back. "I'm not sure they'll let you inside like this, but I can run in and get you something and we can eat out here."