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Authors: Dakota Cassidy
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eff up my first job, buddy. I need cash.” With a quick snap, Maxine latched the leash to his chain-link collar and rose.
Jake didn’t.
She gave him a hard tug. He dug his large paws into the porch floor and pulled back with a snarling grunt.
Maxine looked to Joe.
Joe winced. “C’mon now, Jake. Be nice to the lady.” He fished around in a brown paper bag he pulled out of his pants pocket, digging out a green bone before handing the sack to her. “Treats,” he said as way of explanation. “To get his carcass in gear. Now do yourself a favor. Hold on,” he said, just before throwing open the screen door and lobbing the bone out onto the grass.
Upon reflection, Maxine realized her right arm might always be just an inch shy of her left forever because Jake had launched himself out the door after that bone like the bichon frise of his pound-dog dreams was in heat and waiting just for him.
And she could live with that. Forty bucks was involved.
Huffing in ragged gulps of humid air from the back of Jake’s hindquarters, Maxine also noted there was no walking involved here. It was all about Jake darting willy-nilly in and out of the thorny bushes lining the sidewalk, stopping for a mere nanosecond to mark his territory, only to take off again with loping strides she couldn’t keep up with.
And still he had no interest in evacuating his bowels. “Jake! Stop yanking me around and do your thing already.” Was there a command for taking a shit she needed to use? Her hands and wrists were raw from being dragged, and her Pilates core was clearly out of order. “C’mon, dude. There’s a cookie in it for youuuu,” she cajoled. Yet Jake wasn’t having it. He continued to tear ass down the slight slope of the winding hill, dragging her along the sidewalk as they went.
Without warning, he stopped as suddenly as he’d begun, sniffing the ground with rapid, snorting whiffs. His enormous rusty brown head cocked upward just as she slammed into his back end. Gasping for breath, grateful for the reprieve, Maxine squeezed her eyes shut to thwart the dizzy reeling at her temples. She hadn’t eaten all day, and the cloying heat wasn’t helping.
Bracing her palms on her knees, she was taking slow, wheezing breaths when she noticed the shift in Jake’s body. He wriggled in her grasp, but he wasn’t trying to escape.
Popping one eye open, Maxine groaned, but she refrained from asking for help from above. If today was any indication, her hotline to heaven was obviously on the blink.
“Hey, Jake. How are ya, buddy?” Wet slurps from Jake’s tongue were muffled by someone’s hand.
Forcing herself to open both eyes, she managed to stifle her moan. Rearing upward, she eyeballed Campbell. Freshly showered, smelling of soap and herbal shampoo, his damp hair clinging to the sides of his neck in enticing waves. Oh, and look. Jake loved him. Old ladies, dogs, he had everyone lining up to fan him with palm fronds and feed him grapes.
Sweat trickled between her breasts. “Jake likes you.” Why that left her irritated was a mystery to her.
He grinned, ruffling the top of Jake’s head. “Who wouldn’t? I’m a likeable guy. So what brings you to my neck of the senior citizens’ woods?”
If he noticed the roll of her eyes, he didn’t comment on it. “I didn’t know it was your woods.”
Campbell thumbed over his broad shoulder. “Yep. This is my dad’s place.”
Out of the two hundred units on this side of the village she could have randomly chosen to land in front of, why wouldn’t it be Campbell Barker’s? “I have to finish walking Jake.”
“I’ll help.”
“I don’t need help.”
“Really? The way you were gasping for breath while you ran after Jake didn’t exactly suggest some hidden strength for the ten- K or your skills as an alpha pack leader. So I’d beg to differ.”
Maxine ignored the calming influence Campbell had on Jake. Ignoring his beefcakeyness proved more taxing. Her eyes darted to
Jake didn’t.
She gave him a hard tug. He dug his large paws into the porch floor and pulled back with a snarling grunt.
Maxine looked to Joe.
Joe winced. “C’mon now, Jake. Be nice to the lady.” He fished around in a brown paper bag he pulled out of his pants pocket, digging out a green bone before handing the sack to her. “Treats,” he said as way of explanation. “To get his carcass in gear. Now do yourself a favor. Hold on,” he said, just before throwing open the screen door and lobbing the bone out onto the grass.
Upon reflection, Maxine realized her right arm might always be just an inch shy of her left forever because Jake had launched himself out the door after that bone like the bichon frise of his pound-dog dreams was in heat and waiting just for him.
And she could live with that. Forty bucks was involved.
Huffing in ragged gulps of humid air from the back of Jake’s hindquarters, Maxine also noted there was no walking involved here. It was all about Jake darting willy-nilly in and out of the thorny bushes lining the sidewalk, stopping for a mere nanosecond to mark his territory, only to take off again with loping strides she couldn’t keep up with.
And still he had no interest in evacuating his bowels. “Jake! Stop yanking me around and do your thing already.” Was there a command for taking a shit she needed to use? Her hands and wrists were raw from being dragged, and her Pilates core was clearly out of order. “C’mon, dude. There’s a cookie in it for youuuu,” she cajoled. Yet Jake wasn’t having it. He continued to tear ass down the slight slope of the winding hill, dragging her along the sidewalk as they went.
Without warning, he stopped as suddenly as he’d begun, sniffing the ground with rapid, snorting whiffs. His enormous rusty brown head cocked upward just as she slammed into his back end. Gasping for breath, grateful for the reprieve, Maxine squeezed her eyes shut to thwart the dizzy reeling at her temples. She hadn’t eaten all day, and the cloying heat wasn’t helping.
Bracing her palms on her knees, she was taking slow, wheezing breaths when she noticed the shift in Jake’s body. He wriggled in her grasp, but he wasn’t trying to escape.
Popping one eye open, Maxine groaned, but she refrained from asking for help from above. If today was any indication, her hotline to heaven was obviously on the blink.
“Hey, Jake. How are ya, buddy?” Wet slurps from Jake’s tongue were muffled by someone’s hand.
Forcing herself to open both eyes, she managed to stifle her moan. Rearing upward, she eyeballed Campbell. Freshly showered, smelling of soap and herbal shampoo, his damp hair clinging to the sides of his neck in enticing waves. Oh, and look. Jake loved him. Old ladies, dogs, he had everyone lining up to fan him with palm fronds and feed him grapes.
Sweat trickled between her breasts. “Jake likes you.” Why that left her irritated was a mystery to her.
He grinned, ruffling the top of Jake’s head. “Who wouldn’t? I’m a likeable guy. So what brings you to my neck of the senior citizens’ woods?”
If he noticed the roll of her eyes, he didn’t comment on it. “I didn’t know it was your woods.”
Campbell thumbed over his broad shoulder. “Yep. This is my dad’s place.”
Out of the two hundred units on this side of the village she could have randomly chosen to land in front of, why wouldn’t it be Campbell Barker’s? “I have to finish walking Jake.”
“I’ll help.”
“I don’t need help.”
“Really? The way you were gasping for breath while you ran after Jake didn’t exactly suggest some hidden strength for the ten- K or your skills as an alpha pack leader. So I’d beg to differ.”
Maxine ignored the calming influence Campbell had on Jake. Ignoring his beefcakeyness proved more taxing. Her eyes darted to
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