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Authors: Linda Cajio
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sent here of all the Delaware River property preliminary reports. Also the cost effectiveness grids Janine worked up for them.”
“Okay, but you know we’ve gone over and over them this past week.”
“I know. Send them anyway, and send the phone numbers of the realtors we deal with in Maryland, Virginia, and D.C. I want everybody aggressively looking for a new site, Ross. Make sure they understand that. I don’t know when I’ll be back at the office, but if you need to reach me call me here.” As he gave Ross Rae’s telephone number, he heard a rhythmic ticking sound behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see Rae’s monstrous dogs trotting into the kitchen, their nails clicking against the tile floor. “I’ve got to go, Ross. Oh, and tell Henry I’m checking out a site in … Harrisburg.”
“Harrisburg? Henry won’t like it.”
Jed grinned as the animals sat down several feet away from him and stared. “How I wish Henry were here right now.”
“What?”
“Never mind. Talk to you later, Ross.” He hung up the phone and turned to face the Great Danes. He smiled. “Hi, guys.”
The dogs just stared. They were going to be a problem, Jed decided, if they didn’t stop their guardian angel act. Somehow he would have to make friends with them. Somehow …
Spying a possible solution, he took two steps to his left. The Danes didn’t move. Taking a deep breath, he casually sauntered to the refrigerator and said, “I bet you two are hungry.”
Opening the refrigerator door, he searched until he found a small brick of cheese. He pulled it out and removed the plastic covering. Holding it up, he grinned at the animals whose eyes now ignored him for the food. “How about some cheese?Nice delicious cheese for …” He racked his brain to remember the dogs’ names. They were named something biblical … Adam and Eve? He chuckled, finally remembering. “Samson and Delilah.”
Both dogs perked up their ears, but the one on the right craned its neck forward, its black nose testing the air. Jed tossed the cheese to it. The dog caught the brick in midflight and wolfed it down, then looked up in anticipation.
“There’s more where that came from,” he assured the animal, then leaned sideways to check its sex. “Samson. More cheese, Samson? It beats the hell out of kibble.”
The dog’s tail wagged briskly in answer. Jed squatted in front of the open refrigerator and began rummaging around for more goodies. Suddenly he felt hot breath on his neck. He froze. Turning his head, he found Samson looming over his shoulder. The animal’s cavernous jaws were open and a large pink tongue licked at gleaming teeth. Fortunately, the dog’s eyes were trained on the brimming contents of the refrigerator.
“You’re some guard dog,” Jed murmured, pulling out a long package that he assumed contained deli meat. He opened it and smiled when he saw a hefty quantity of sliced corned beef. He proceeded to feed Samson two slices at a time, being careful to keep his fingers out of harm’s way. Once the meat was gone, he decided it was now or never and held out his hand palm down. Wagging his tail happily, Samson licked Jed’s hand. “You’re a pussycat at heart, aren’t you, pal?”
Finding a huge hambone in the back of the fridge, he gave it to Samson to gnaw on. He pickedup another wedge of cheese and, rising to his feet, turned his attention to Delilah. The female still hadn’t moved. He tossed her the cheese. It landed on the floor at her feet, and though she glanced down at it, she never touched it.
Jed sighed. “You are as stubborn as your beautiful owner.”
Delilah growled in agreement.
He tried some leftover duck, more deli meats, even a hunk of lamb roast smothered in mint sauce. The dog never budged. Jed acknowledged that there was no sense risking his hand when she wouldn’t even take his bribes from a distance. Samson, enticed by the varying smells, left his bone and wandered over.
“Okay, but you know we’ve gone over and over them this past week.”
“I know. Send them anyway, and send the phone numbers of the realtors we deal with in Maryland, Virginia, and D.C. I want everybody aggressively looking for a new site, Ross. Make sure they understand that. I don’t know when I’ll be back at the office, but if you need to reach me call me here.” As he gave Ross Rae’s telephone number, he heard a rhythmic ticking sound behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see Rae’s monstrous dogs trotting into the kitchen, their nails clicking against the tile floor. “I’ve got to go, Ross. Oh, and tell Henry I’m checking out a site in … Harrisburg.”
“Harrisburg? Henry won’t like it.”
Jed grinned as the animals sat down several feet away from him and stared. “How I wish Henry were here right now.”
“What?”
“Never mind. Talk to you later, Ross.” He hung up the phone and turned to face the Great Danes. He smiled. “Hi, guys.”
The dogs just stared. They were going to be a problem, Jed decided, if they didn’t stop their guardian angel act. Somehow he would have to make friends with them. Somehow …
Spying a possible solution, he took two steps to his left. The Danes didn’t move. Taking a deep breath, he casually sauntered to the refrigerator and said, “I bet you two are hungry.”
Opening the refrigerator door, he searched until he found a small brick of cheese. He pulled it out and removed the plastic covering. Holding it up, he grinned at the animals whose eyes now ignored him for the food. “How about some cheese?Nice delicious cheese for …” He racked his brain to remember the dogs’ names. They were named something biblical … Adam and Eve? He chuckled, finally remembering. “Samson and Delilah.”
Both dogs perked up their ears, but the one on the right craned its neck forward, its black nose testing the air. Jed tossed the cheese to it. The dog caught the brick in midflight and wolfed it down, then looked up in anticipation.
“There’s more where that came from,” he assured the animal, then leaned sideways to check its sex. “Samson. More cheese, Samson? It beats the hell out of kibble.”
The dog’s tail wagged briskly in answer. Jed squatted in front of the open refrigerator and began rummaging around for more goodies. Suddenly he felt hot breath on his neck. He froze. Turning his head, he found Samson looming over his shoulder. The animal’s cavernous jaws were open and a large pink tongue licked at gleaming teeth. Fortunately, the dog’s eyes were trained on the brimming contents of the refrigerator.
“You’re some guard dog,” Jed murmured, pulling out a long package that he assumed contained deli meat. He opened it and smiled when he saw a hefty quantity of sliced corned beef. He proceeded to feed Samson two slices at a time, being careful to keep his fingers out of harm’s way. Once the meat was gone, he decided it was now or never and held out his hand palm down. Wagging his tail happily, Samson licked Jed’s hand. “You’re a pussycat at heart, aren’t you, pal?”
Finding a huge hambone in the back of the fridge, he gave it to Samson to gnaw on. He pickedup another wedge of cheese and, rising to his feet, turned his attention to Delilah. The female still hadn’t moved. He tossed her the cheese. It landed on the floor at her feet, and though she glanced down at it, she never touched it.
Jed sighed. “You are as stubborn as your beautiful owner.”
Delilah growled in agreement.
He tried some leftover duck, more deli meats, even a hunk of lamb roast smothered in mint sauce. The dog never budged. Jed acknowledged that there was no sense risking his hand when she wouldn’t even take his bribes from a distance. Samson, enticed by the varying smells, left his bone and wandered over.
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