Kala knelt next to the sofa and raised her voice to a loud, perky pitch. â€œCome on, Buster. Letâ€™s do something fun. Want to go for a walk?â€ Not even the W word was enough to stir the half-deaf old mutt from his nap. Drool bubbled along his mouth and threatened to join the wet spot already on the cushion.
|Unintended Guardian by Jami Gold|