human, her wolf and the renovation ritual [hot water closet to pantry]

plod. each morning and evening, assuming we can find bits of shade, she and i walk the hood. it clears my mind despite the compulsive digital swiping. the sun glares off the screen, i hunt for a shadow to stand in so that i may momentarily see the screen’s content. the dopt gives a short tug, finding resistance, she sits and waits on me. this assumes there are no cats within her gaze.

my four legged couch wolf is just an excuse to walk. so it is repeated as a ritual in pleasing her, when it is actually for me.

finished pantry interior, including floor trap door to hide the bodies.