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Barnaby let out a soft huff, his tail thumping once against the dry earth. To Leo, that was a definitive "no." Clouds had work to do, just like the bees in the clover and the hawks circling the ridge.

Beside him, always, was Barnaby. Barnaby was a Golden Retriever who seemed to have been spun from the very sunlight they sat in. He didn't climb the fence—he was far too dignified for that—but he would lean his heavy, warm shoulder against Leo’s leg, a silent anchor in a world that felt too big for a seven-year-old. 5429006_035.jpg

If the image depicts something else, please describe the details (the characters, the setting, or the mood), and I’ll be happy to write a story that fits perfectly! Barnaby let out a soft huff, his tail