“They still do that?”
“Apparently.”
Buffalo meat dog food. Emu meat dog food. Vegetarian dog food as if the master’s predilection made any sense for the pet.
They circulated out by the agility ring so that the kids could spot them more easily. Now it was Golden retrievers racing the course at a dead run, guided by whistles and hand gestures of their trainers. At impossible speeds they were ducking through knee-high pipes, leaping over barriers, and winding through upright stanchions so close together that the dogs looked like eels while passing through.
“Could you get free Tuesday evening? Not the night, but at least the evening?”
“Why? What do you have in mind?”
Perrin shook her head, “Yay or nay, Mr. Cullen. You either can or can’t.”
“I’ll find a way. Actually Lucy, my sister, has
