CHAPTER 2: SARAH
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When Sarah walked into her house, Tank was waiting at the door. He almost vibrated with excitement as he barked and whined his greeting. She bent down, running her hands through his thick fur.
“It’s okay, baby. Calm down.” She should’ve never left him. He was panting and stressed. He pushed against her, sniffing and knocking her to the floor. At about one hundred pounds, Tank was big even for a Belgian Malinois. “I’m home now.” She wrapped her arms around him and he rested his head against her chest for a second, seeming to sigh in relief and then he started sniffing her again. She needed to shower. Nick’s scent had to be all over her.
“He did good tonight.” Lisa was sitting on a pile of blankets on the floor next to Tank’s bed. “He was a little
