Chapter Three
The first thing that greeted me when I opened the door that led from the garage to the house was the scent of the all-natural lemon verbena cleaner I used to mop the floors and spray down the countertops. Wrinkling my nose in confusion, I looked around and noticed that everything in the kitchen was sparkling clean. The chrome faucet practically glittered in the fluorescent light from overhead.
“What the…?”
Gort came bounding up to me, mouth open in a doggy smile as he headed toward the bag of sandwiches I held.
“No chance in hell, Gort,” I chided him. “It’s kibble time, and you know it.” After setting the bag on the unnaturally gleaming counter, I went to the top shelf in the pantry where I kept his big bag of dog food. It was the only place I knew it would be safe. I too
