It wasn’t as though I’m saying Jax and Sid were always tight. That would be a little too perfect, too punchy, too much of a love story. It also wouldn’t be the truth.
Sid was always the perfect dog for a boy, but Jax not often the perfect boy for that dog. In his slobbery, panting way, Sid needs, wants love. This pissed Jax off. I wish I could say I didn’t understand why, but the fact is that I know: he just didn’t want to give the energy, the time, the space, the attention. What he gave to others took away from him.
I know this because I am the same way.
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