Sorry, Cedar. Some things have come up that have me thinking about the monogamous nature of our relationship. Yes, there is someone else. I had considered her a mere distraction until the weekend’s events.
Now, I’m afraid, dear girl, that the center can no longer hold. You have pushed my limits far enough that I’m willing to admit to you that my heart wandered somewhere else these last few weeks.
“Even while we were skijoring?” you ask.
“Well, only when you stopped pulling, bit the harness, and made me ski without poles up the hills (as in like every other minute).”
“Wait. Is there anyone besides Therese? What about that girl Jessie? You seemed more concerned about her than getting me my dinner on Saturday night.”
“Yeah, I can’t get anything past you, can I? But does she eat my shoes?”
“So will they take me skijoring?”
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