“I mean, that’s Rudolph, all right,” I allowed. “But what, we just take this dog?”
He shrugged. “I mean, we’re only taking him next door, right? He’s super friendly, this dog, and they did say their neighbors were in on the gag. It’s not like he’s afraid of strangers.”
On the contrary, the dog was almost literally about to wag its head off under Jarek’s hand. I was more worried that if he picked the dog up it would die from joy.
“They’re like stupid rich,” he went on. “You gotta figure this isn’t your fifth-grade sleepover scavenger hunt. This is like the rich guy equivalent of a carnival goldfish.”
“Is that even a real thing?” I asked. “I mean, I haven’t been to that many carnivals, but can you really win a goldfish? Are carnivals even still a thing?”
“I don’t know. Now that you ment
