dark night morning light

As expected then Clifford is sitting outside, tail wagging happily. What Louis doesn’t expect is the stranger sitting beside him, half hugging the dog, half trying to pet him.“Such a good boy,” the lad hiccups into Cliff’s fur. There’s a slight slur to his words, and Louis has no doubts in his mind that he’s drunk. That would also possibly explain why he thought it’d be a good idea to break into someone’s backyard in the middle of the night. The lad then loudly whispers to the dog, “Let me tell you a secret. Dogs are the greatest. Don’t listen to anyone telling you otherwise.”