“You wrote it?”
Del shrugged. “I did…Life experience.”
“I think Pansy’s beautiful, and so are these dogs. They raced Apollo, his first owners did. He’s a greyhound. Now, they’re both chill, not really into putting on a show. I know how that goes.”
“What do you mean?”
Baily shook his head side to side, that his only response. “Miss Kitty and I discussed bringing the two pups home. Ginger doesn’t mind their company. They eat, sleep, walk, and cuddle, like him. Why wouldn’t they get along? Of course, now, I don’t know where home will be.”
With me, Baily. Always.
“The good thing about this place is the individual attention. Animals come up from the county shelter when possible, and they do quite well here. A few of the cats will likely never leave, because they’re happier here than we fi
