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“Now that—that park has more dogs than people. We used to have a family beagle, Martha and she used to go absolutely wild whenever she sees this place. We had to buy stronger leashes after she tore through one in excitement. But my dog, the LA snob he is, likes to hang around doing nothing but look pretty. I have to drag him outside to get some sunlight and give him some kind of exercise.”
“Wait, you have a dog?” Zahra turned in her seat towards Chris who was driving leisurely with one hand and the other on the gear.
“Yeah, a golden retriever named Pebbles.” Chris grinned at the thought of his pet before glancing at the woman next to him briefly. “Do you have any pets?”
Zahra paused.
Of course she had a very dear pet; Fatoum, her 3 year old East African cheetah who was rescued
