Brad pulled off his boots and then stretched out on the couch with Greta on his chest. She tried to gnaw on the cell phone, all the while making menacing puppy growls, as Brad attempted to scroll through the phone’s directory.
Hank leaned against the counter in the adjacent kitchen and laughed. “Like I told Megan,” he said walking to the couch, lifting Brad’s long legs and sitting down with them across his lap, “you’ll make a lap dog outta ‘er no matter how big she gets.”
“Well, she’s not that big yet.”
Brad smiled and attempted once again to find the number in the directory, this time holding the phone above his head so Greta had to jump to try to reach it.
Finally giving up, Greta made two circles on Brad’s chest and lay down. Brad located the number and hit “send.”
“Put it on s
