Sticks and stones. Read: tl.gd/n_1spibki

[Clicks the leash onto Rosco's collar before the pair strolls through the gates of the park.]

[Rosco sniffs along the edges of the grass as they go along. Theo smiles on fondly.]

Good boy.

[Rosco sniffs along the sidewalk as Theo presses his foot against the trunk of a tree, muscles rippling into a stretch.]

[Long honey brown curls are pulled into a hair tie, a few spirals springing free as he shifts to his other leg.]