Bobby stops by to pick his iced coffee up.
3 pm every day.
Donnie’s always with him.
He stays outside.
I don't think Donnie drinks coffee at all.
I watch him stare at the flowers.
Bobby comes out.
Donnie sneezes.
Bobby scratches Donnie’s nose.
They really are best friends.
But if we’re talking species,
Donnie qualifies as a Boston Terrier.