I took a deep breath. I really wanted to be mad at him, or at least pretend I was. But whenever he gave me that look, I just felt like I could melt. Shaking my head, I leaned closer to him and stroked his fur, almost as though I was scratching him. I knew he used to enjoy this, and hoped he still did. I could feel my cheeks burning as he told me he wanted some fun.<br/><br/>"Fine. You win". I smiled and shook my head one more time before getting my backpack. "Let's go home. When we get there, we can have something to eat, water, and fun". I checked the room and finally gestured for him to move along. "Come on, puppy. Let's go. And don't chew on your stitches, or you sleep on the couch tonight. Your choice",<br/><br/>As I finished speaking, we had already stepped outside one more time. I took one long look around, before gesturing for him one more time. "Let's go. I really want to go home and stay there. And later... when we can, talk about our future."