I have witnessed wrath waiting around the corner, scrunched down, with crazy in his eyes as naive Dakota trots down the hallway - oblivious of anything other than "play, play, play.'
I have witnessed wrath flying accross the room and racing like mad under the table and around the chairs with no provoking.
I have witnessed wrath sit innocently with big eyes, melt your heart, and then the next minute sink a claw into a passing dog face with brutal hissing.
I have witnessed wrath, I live with wrath...
his name is Juneau.
And I adore him.
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