I was able to reach the house at three in the morning.

And now it's already past 8— and I was up to go to a beach only a few have discovered.

But today's visit is different from my past visits. I will go there with a company —the dog.

"You are coming with me," I conversed with the dog.

He's been sleeping in my room since then and I've made some changes to my room and door to accommodate this one here.

He only looked at me, and he dropped his chin on his bed for a response. I raised my brow at his cute little action.

We did a silent staring contest and we are both competitive.

It's not actually a staring contest though, because I am not just staring, I am glaring at him.

Has the guts to stare back at me huh.

Why am I even spending time competing upon who will blink first with a dog?

I lifted my eyes on him.

I removed myself out of the bed and opened the door to him, to feed him downstairs first.

He tailed behind me and I kept glancing at my peripheral vision to monitor his steps.

Our usual setup every morning.

I poured warm water into my glass before I bend down to get his food on the cabinet.

I poured water on the other plate, his food on the other one.

He went to drink water first, and I proceed to sit on the chair to watch him eat now. I sipped the water little by little to keep up with his pace in eating.

He is growing fast, healthy—and handsome.

I waited for him to finish his meal before we proceed to go upstairs. As soon as we get upstairs, I opened my cabinet to get my phone to text German the location.

I don't have any idea whether he has already read my message but I still texted him if ever.

The sun is already up. It is time to move faster to bathe.

I used my car to drive off home since I am with the dog and he obviously won't be comfortable with a motorcycle ride.

I have ordered our food from a restaurant earlier so we are now on the way to pick up my order. I noticed him sniff the food that passed in front of him in the passenger's seat so I narrowed my eyes at him, making him look at his window.

"Bad dog," I said which he ignored.