Chapter Nine
Todd was away on business, and I was going by his house every day to walk his pooch, Larry, an overzealous golden retriever, that was as sweet as he was uncontrollable. Letting him run on the beach for an hour seemed the best way to take care of my obligation. And since there was nothing but wide open beach one block from Todd’s house, this solution for Larry’s daily exercise was certainly as easy as putting the dog on a leash, and trying to walk him uptown the way Todd would do.
Todd knew I wasn’t wild about dog sitting, and he thought running him on the beach was just fine. He’d actually given me every opportunity to decline the deal all together. But I had a loyalist point of view, thinking lovers really ought to do things for each other like this; and if my life continue
