Your dog already knows. Before you’ve spoken, before you’ve even decided how you feel, they’ve read the invisible diary your body is writing into the air. While you rehearse the right words, they’re tracking the truth leaking from your skin. The more you try to hide, the clearer your scent becomes, and their quiet, unwavering attention tightens around yo… Continues…
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