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“He probably has to go.”
Allen clipped on the new collar and ripped open the leash. “Here, I'll just walk him in the grass.” He set the puppy down in front of his truck and Beast decided to relieve himself right there in the parking lot. “Or,” Allen said laughing, “right here is good.” She laughed.
“I like that sound.” He said, looking at her. She smiled back at him. “What do you say we follow you home? Make sure you get there okay.”
She nodded and ruffled the puppy’s ears when Allen picked him back up. The two of them looked good together. The shadows that crossed his face made him look a little dangerous, but the small puppy cradled in his arms made him look irresistible. They followed her home and she was glad they had. It was a little hard to see through the shattered glass. She was thankful for the assurance that he was there if she needed him.
When she pulled in, her mother's car was already in the drive and the garage door was open. Her mother and sister stood in the garage and watched her pull in. Allen honked his horn and waved as he drove by.
“Was that Allen Masters?”
“Yes, he made sure I made it home.”
“Robert called ahead to make sure we knew everything was okay. Wow!” Her mother looked at the broken glass. “You’re lucky you weren't in there when that happened. It would have landed in your lap.”
Allen drove home thinking the same thing. He knew for a fact that the chunk of stone hadn't come off the building. He'd stubbed his toe on that same chunk last week when he'd parked at the edge of the lot. It had been sitting just on the edge of the parking lot in the snow. He'd been concerned that someone else would trip over it, so he'd un-earthed it and moved it further into the grass.
When he drove up his driveway, his neighbor, Robert, was parked next to his drive. Pulling in next to him, he rolled his window down.
“Hey,” he nodded. They'd become friendly over the last few years since he'd purchased the place. Robert's house was about a quarter of a mile farther up the road. “Wanna come in for a beer?”
“Sure. Amelia’s spending the night with her mother.” Robert looked a little preoccupied.
“ Anything wrong?” He stopped short of pulling the sleeping puppy from the car and looked at the local sheriff.
“Huh? Oh, nothing wrong between us, it's her mother's health. She's been in and out of the hospital lately. Amelia and the kids are staying with her tonight. Hey, is that a new dog?” Robert walked over to his truck door and looked in the window.
“Yeah, Marcus Engrim's dog had a litter. If you're looking for a new pet, he still has six of them to get rid of.”
Robert whistled. “Six? The kids have been begging for a dog. I'll have to run it by Amelia first. Now that she's working full time at the vet, I don't know if she'd want to come home and deal with another animal.” He smiled as the puppy half crawled and half jumped into his arms.
“Come on in. You get the dog, I'll get the food.” Allen grabbed the large bag of puppy chow and tossed it over his shoulder.
Balancing the dog food, he opened the door and flipped on the lights in his mudroom. Setting the dog food down, he ripped it open and placed a small amount in the new dish he'd purchased. He filled another bowl with water and set it next to the food. Robert set the puppy down and Beast attacked the food, spilling more on the floor than he actually got in his mouth.
“Come on in. I'll grab that beer.” They walked out of his mudroom. The house wasn't huge, but the large living room and kitchen had sold him on the place immediately. The high ceilings and the wood pillars gleamed. The stone fireplace traveled up the full two stories, allowing the warmth to spread throughout the entire house. Above, two long balconies ran on either side of the living room. The master bedroom sat over the large kitchen with two
Allen clipped on the new collar and ripped open the leash. “Here, I'll just walk him in the grass.” He set the puppy down in front of his truck and Beast decided to relieve himself right there in the parking lot. “Or,” Allen said laughing, “right here is good.” She laughed.
“I like that sound.” He said, looking at her. She smiled back at him. “What do you say we follow you home? Make sure you get there okay.”
She nodded and ruffled the puppy’s ears when Allen picked him back up. The two of them looked good together. The shadows that crossed his face made him look a little dangerous, but the small puppy cradled in his arms made him look irresistible. They followed her home and she was glad they had. It was a little hard to see through the shattered glass. She was thankful for the assurance that he was there if she needed him.
When she pulled in, her mother's car was already in the drive and the garage door was open. Her mother and sister stood in the garage and watched her pull in. Allen honked his horn and waved as he drove by.
“Was that Allen Masters?”
“Yes, he made sure I made it home.”
“Robert called ahead to make sure we knew everything was okay. Wow!” Her mother looked at the broken glass. “You’re lucky you weren't in there when that happened. It would have landed in your lap.”
Allen drove home thinking the same thing. He knew for a fact that the chunk of stone hadn't come off the building. He'd stubbed his toe on that same chunk last week when he'd parked at the edge of the lot. It had been sitting just on the edge of the parking lot in the snow. He'd been concerned that someone else would trip over it, so he'd un-earthed it and moved it further into the grass.
When he drove up his driveway, his neighbor, Robert, was parked next to his drive. Pulling in next to him, he rolled his window down.
“Hey,” he nodded. They'd become friendly over the last few years since he'd purchased the place. Robert's house was about a quarter of a mile farther up the road. “Wanna come in for a beer?”
“Sure. Amelia’s spending the night with her mother.” Robert looked a little preoccupied.
“ Anything wrong?” He stopped short of pulling the sleeping puppy from the car and looked at the local sheriff.
“Huh? Oh, nothing wrong between us, it's her mother's health. She's been in and out of the hospital lately. Amelia and the kids are staying with her tonight. Hey, is that a new dog?” Robert walked over to his truck door and looked in the window.
“Yeah, Marcus Engrim's dog had a litter. If you're looking for a new pet, he still has six of them to get rid of.”
Robert whistled. “Six? The kids have been begging for a dog. I'll have to run it by Amelia first. Now that she's working full time at the vet, I don't know if she'd want to come home and deal with another animal.” He smiled as the puppy half crawled and half jumped into his arms.
“Come on in. You get the dog, I'll get the food.” Allen grabbed the large bag of puppy chow and tossed it over his shoulder.
Balancing the dog food, he opened the door and flipped on the lights in his mudroom. Setting the dog food down, he ripped it open and placed a small amount in the new dish he'd purchased. He filled another bowl with water and set it next to the food. Robert set the puppy down and Beast attacked the food, spilling more on the floor than he actually got in his mouth.
“Come on in. I'll grab that beer.” They walked out of his mudroom. The house wasn't huge, but the large living room and kitchen had sold him on the place immediately. The high ceilings and the wood pillars gleamed. The stone fireplace traveled up the full two stories, allowing the warmth to spread throughout the entire house. Above, two long balconies ran on either side of the living room. The master bedroom sat over the large kitchen with two
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