Day 17: Winter
"Why did you name your mabari Winter?" Merril asked while she petted the dog.
Garrett smiled as he sat down and passed her a glass of wine. "It was winter when we got him. We visited the litter, and he was hiding in a snowdrift."
Merrill's eyes lit up. "Oh, that must have been adorable!"
Garrett sipped at his wine. "It was. He was still covered in snow and barking at everyone's boots."
"A fierce protector, even then," Merrill sighed. Winter barked in agreement.