“The Walkers also like to play the lottery,” said Anna with a sniff. “You know,” said Liz, “the Walkers got one the old fashioned way, just taking whatever came, and he ended up just fine.” After all, I have to give up a lot to take care of him, so I deserve some return on my investment.” I said to Jim,” she said, tapping at the table with her index finger, “we are going to keep only one, so we want only the best quality. We wanted one we could enter in the competitions. “Aside from that,” Anna went on, “he just is not very smart. “I said I didn’t want the mess, I didn’t want the aggression, and he agreed with me, and so did the breeders, those liars.” It’s what I said to Jim right at the start,” said Anna, her voice acquiring a touch of severity and determination. They give you a hang-dog look and then in a minute they’ve forgotten it ever happened, and do exactly the same thing the next time. I scolded him, but you know how they are. The other day he fished out of the garbage a broken toy we’d thrown away, and there were dirty napkins and scraps of food everywhere. “Sometimes I come down here in the morning and it’s a disaster area. Then he went back to playing with the boy.
Duke trotted over to a fence post and lifted his leg to relieve himself, sniffing it afterward to make double sure. “Well, you certainly didn’t get that,” said Liz. First, we wanted a female, and the breeders assured us that that would be no problem, that was the easiest part of the order, and so on.” “I understand, dear,” said Liz, laying her hand on Anna’s and giving it a pat.
“Yes, they do,” said Anna, her voice quavering. The boy was now imitating the dog, crouching down with his hands on the ground and his rump in the air, making growly noises, while Duke did the same. “Those two certainly seem to get along,” said Liz. But we’ve had problems right from the start. Not cheap, not these quick-mart jobs with the missing pedigrees and the dirty slides.
“They had a rating of almost five stars, you know. “But I thought that you had hired the best breeders in the country.” “Here, Duke, here Duke,” called the boy, giggling, while Duke went after him again, bounding on his front paws, like a cartoon dog, his tongue hanging out and his tail going in windmills.Īnna sighed again and sipped her coffee. Now the shirt had a healthy splotch of mud across the smiley face. They rolled down the hill and got up again.
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