Portia
"Jesus!" I'm startled at the look of the very large and very excited German Shepherd that comes through the door.
Callahan turns to look at me with a grin on his face-asshole which is gone the instant the giant hound sniffs me then sets his head on my lap, tail wagging like we're old friends.
I admit, this is a scary looking dog but they're usually the sweetest. It's the little fuckers you have to watch for. I still remember a friend's yappy poodle chasing me around the dining room table on my first visit to her house when I was barely five.
"Well, hi there. What's your name, sweetie?" I ask him in a voice that makes Callahan roll his eyes as I lean down to cuddle the dog.
Callahan mutters something under his breath. I don't hear what it is, but he sounds annoyed. Good.
"Cerbe
