Six
At 4:32 p.m. I set Jawbreaker’s pug loose on the beach.
I didn’t mean to. Really. It was an entirely accidental occurrence. Mostly.
When I came downstairs after the potato truck shower, the little monst— um, darling started nipping at my feet. My fabulous new pair of grass green flats with the cute flower cut-outs. The heels now bear several indentations that look remarkably like canine bites.
Where the little mon— um, darling had been until that point I had no idea. Probably sequestered in a bedroom or something. Or mingling quietly with the guests until Jawbreaker gave him the attack command.
I should have known there was a reason the French doors leading onto the deck were no longer wide open. I should have thought it at least a little odd.
But no, I just flung open the door,
