Chapter 12
Jeff and Debbie had vanished again, this time for a cruise in Alaska, so Scooter and Andy had custody of the dog. Trick had not been even remotely interested in the guinea pigs, but instead had tried pathetically hard to make friends with Muffin. That particular friendship appeared ill-advised, as Muffin had turned into a giant, hissing puffball of doom and chased Trick around the living room, spitting and yowling like a miniature demon.
“Poor boy,” Scooter said, ruffling the dog’s fur. “Maybe we should go into Ghent, you think, Andy? I would think, after that, if anyone deserved a treat, it’d be Trick.”
Trick perked up at the word “treat”, and Andy snorted. “You big faker,” Andy accused him affectionately. “But yeah, sure. We haven’t had the good pizza for a while. What d’yo
