Xander
Sam and I turned around at Mack’s insistent voice.
“What if we came to an arrangement?” Mack asked, a slight note of worry in her voice. I watched him warily as he approached us, Buster in his arms.
“What are you talking about?” Samantha asked, her forehead wrinkling in confusion.
‘Well, he’s only been my dog for about a month and I can tell you clearly care for him. So, what if we…shared him?” Mack said, his voice softening as he stared at Sam.
“What do you mean, ‘share him’?” Sam asked with a confused laugh.
“You can keep him for a few weeks at a time and then we’ll switch. Then you won’t have to say goodbye to him.”
“What? You can’t do that. You don’t even know us. We could be dog-nappers for all you know.” Sam said, her eyes wide with surprise.
“I highly doubt that. Besi
