CHAPTER 6: Sarah
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Sarah opened the back door. “Tank. Sweetie. Come.” Both dogs looked at her and then back at the pool where Nick and the kids played. “You heard me. Get in here.”
“You need to get your as...butt in here.” Nick yelled from the pool. He held Davy, Maggie’s two-year-old while Isabella, who was eight, and Peter, who was six, swam around him.
“Later. The pizza is—”
“Can the dogs stay here and play just a little longer?” Peter patted Sweetie as the pit-bull licked his face.
“No. They need to come in and—”
“Why?” asked Peter.
Between the two older kids it was almost impossible to finish a sentence without being interrupted by a question. “Tank’s old and he needs to rest. Plus—”
“He doesn’t look tired,” said Isabella.
The Belgian Malinois was having the time of
