The Zero Dog's Dad

I made it through early spring, braved the height of summer, crossed late autumn, and passed the end of winter. The seasons seemed to turn in a cycle, but with you in every season, I would gladly lose myself in them.

In early spring, the story began with a silver-gray poodle.

On Jeju Island at winter's end, snowflakes drifted down from the sky. At their feet, that mischievous, willful poodle wagged its tail obediently!