2 Timothy 4:2 [SERMON AND MEET THE PUPS]

Bourbon didn’t leave Lucretia’s side if he could help it, as he got to know her he realized that she worked just as hard as he was expected to. He worried about his master, like any good dog should do, and he knew she wasn’t eating as much as she should have. He didn’t want to risk speaking out of turn so he head said nothing and only offered his silent support when she needed it. If she waited too much longer he would risk it, she had to take care of herself if she wanted to take care of the pack.

He made himself comfortable beside her, sitting so that the rest of the pack might not notice the deterioration in their Shamyn. Though he was a bit smaller than her she still managed to hide her thrin frame behind his long furred coat. Bourbon leaned into her touch as she nuzzled into his soft fur. He placed his head over hers for only a moment, offering his silent support before his icy blue gaze wandered over the attendees.