Sometime later they mounted the steps to Ivan’s third floor walk-up. They were laughing and talking about the events of the day once more. When they reached the landing Ivan strode to apartment number 303 and rapped on the door. A squeaky yapping, as well as a booming bark came from inside.
Skip looked at Ivan with a puzzled expression.
“Oh, Mrs. McGilicutty has a dog, too.” Ivan said, just as the door to the apartment opened and two dogs bounded out. One was a large black Rottweiler, the other a tiny orange Pomeranian with a ruff of hair like a lion’s mane. The Rottie jumped up and put it’s paws on Ivan’s chest. The Pom ran in circles yapping wildly.
“HI there, Bear,” Ivan said grabbing the big dog behind his ears and ruffing him a bit. Then Ivan bent and scooped the smaller dog up int
