sit, boy

Everest

That's what she said.

Turning and streaking toward the ball, Ever's tail acts the way a rudder does to keep the canine straight despite the wind. Barking in the wake of the ball, the shepherd draws to a stop before snapping up the ball in his teeth and loping proudly back to Mateo. On and on this goes until the botanist seems to need a break. Despite feeling as though he could go for hours that's what she said, Ever dutifully follows the botanist, panting rapidly with his long pink tongue lolling from the side of his mouth.

Barking his agreement, the shepherd waits patiently until Mateo has poured the water and backed away, before eyeing his friend for approval. Lapping at the water - did you know dogs 'tongues curl under when they drink? fun fact - Ever drains the bowl before laying down in the shade and resuming a steady pant pant pant rhythm. To anyone looking on, the botanist appeared to be relaxing with his incredibly well-behaved dog, which was not really as far from the truth as other attuned's might think.

If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish