Yesterday, I put it out there. I threw it to him gently.
“Just go slow.”
He swang his head back and forth like saying “no” and then dove his head to the paper. It wasn’t dinnertime. It was reading time and he tried so hard. Dr. Frankenstein probably cried a little trying to get his monster to talk and I was tearing up watching my dog struggle to read.
He lifted his head like he was going to throw up. Baring his fangs, he hacked up, “I can’t”.