Published on December 3, 2014
Don’Naysia Hearing Odysseus voice the hound lift his face, it was Odysseus dog who he trained as a puppy. But he never hunt before. He laid by the gate waiting for his master surrounded by cows and flies. Until he heard his master voice he stood up. Obeying him still, using everything within him. Argos got up waging his tell, and ears down. Odysseus sheading a tear wiping it away hiding it from Eumaeus.