I turned snd smiled, and nodded. "Hes a quiet dog, never barks." I stated, and I chuckled as Jack walked over to Scott cautiously, but then licked his hand, and began to wag his tail. "Hes harmless." I said, not wanting him to be scared of the dig, he looked big and scary, but honestly wouldn't hurt a thing.
He casually patted the dog, but retracted his hand. "Don't lick me, boy..." He let out on a relaxed tone. "My fingers taste like blood." With that, he looked up to the sky. In this enclosed backyard you could almost not tell that the end of the world was happening.
I freak out about 15 minutes into reading anything about the earth's core
when I realize it's right under me.