Dog Warden Lima Ohio Novels & Stories

The paint that had been splashed all over the entrance of the company was washed away, and a new signboard was put up. The office returned to its former calm and order. Since most of the employees involved in the drama were fired, we started recruiting new blood. On recruitment day, I was conducting the interviews personally when a familiar face appeared. "Hello, Mr. Pearson. This is my résumé." I looked at the lady in front of me. Wasn't this Joanna's best friend who came to see her before? When I saw the name "Glenda Woodard" on the résumé, a thought struck me.

I couldn't even think straight anymore because it all became too much for me to bear. "You know, it's a surprise that we never exploited this place before today. It means you must have used something that would prevent any entry from our kind. But then your loyal dog seems to have taken that off because this place was easily accessible this time around. Smooth sailing, I must say," I shake my head again. This time for something different. "You don't know what's coming your way, Wade. Neither does the pack." I say with spite to him. "Is this about your dog being on the loose? You don't need to worry about that. As soon as I noticed he wasn't here, I already sent warriors out there to get him.

Lucian replied, "He's locked up in the dungeon at Riverdale. He's in a very critical condition right now. I've sent some doctors to look at him." "Yeah, you see to that. Kill all the doctors who have gone to Riverdale. He's our fucking lucky charm and I don't want anyone to know his existence," I said. One of my hounds brought back a slave's head in his mouth, wagging his tail at me. It came too close, so I kicked it at its stomach. It rolled on the ground for a few laps and bounced back again. Whining and whimpering, it came back to me and sat obediently next to me, with its retracted tails wagging between his rear legs.