Well, at least I would have something to fuss at Don about for a change. I sat up and reaching for my shirt. "I guess we don't think about it, but Emmett is a mutual project of sorts." Years of lying to my father about my whereabouts taught me the best lies were intertwined with the truth. I'd also learned it was best to give as little information as possible. "Emmett was a stray I found on the street a few months ago. He probably wouldn't have survived me if it hadn't been for Don guiding me through the basics of dog owning. Don believes in talking to your dog. I probably picked up the habit from him."
I patted myself on the back as I continued moving casually, getting dressed, waiting to see if he believed it.
"Well, I've heard of people talking to their dogs, I just never met anyone w
