Daddy's Demands
Grinning, I opened the door and stepped inside, making sure to turn the latch behind me.
I stood quietly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness before moving through the house. A few minutes later, I heard the sound of footsteps. Squatting down, I held out my hand. The huge dog turned the corner and came straight toward me.
“Hey, boy,” I said softly, grinning as his entire back half began to wiggle from side to side, accepting the Milk-Bone I’d pulled from a box on the kitchen counter. Scratching between his ears, I shook my head. Yes, Bailey had gotten a big dog, but if she was counting on him providing security, she had another think coming. This dog was nothing but fur and stomach. I