Worst—Thom panted—damn—his forearm burned from trying to control Dog’s leash while holding a bag full of dog supplies—shopping trip—his left arm trembled under the weight of a bag of food that had seemed easily transportable at first, but had somehow managed to exponentially gain weight as he walked home—ever.
He dropped both bags on his front porch and gazed with relief bordering on affection at his front door. Hallelujah.
On a positive note, Dog had proved to be so much trouble during the trip into the store that no one had wanted to talk to them. Or try to exchange smiles with either of them. Or even be within ten feet of them. Regardless of that one shining grace it had, however, still been one of the most humiliating and nerve-wracking experiences of Thom’s life.
He had managed to
