Rick's POV
I never thought of myself as dog owner material. I'd been a soldier for years, and like anyone in that line of work, I just never knew when I was coming home. It seemed unfair to have a dog, or any pet if I wasn't going to be around regularly.
"Who's a good boy?" I asked my new buddy Steve, rubbing him dry after his bath. "Steve's a good boy!"
Steve gave me a toothy grin and stood still while I carefully finished toweling him off. He wagged his tail and licked my hand, just like any other dog.
I decided that it didn't matter where he came from. So what if his eyes glowed red? We all had a past. It certainly wasn't his fault that he had been born and raised in hell.
"Awe, he's so handsome!" Starla, my sister, exclaimed, giving Steve a pat on the head. "I never knew dev
