Chapter 28The Staffie must have intuited the conversation was about him. His tail began to flip back and forth. Sara went down on a knee and let the dog edge closer to her. She turned her closed hand backwards when the animal got close enough to smell it. Then he began sniffing her with his tail whipping back and forth.
“You called him Punk. Is that his name?” Michelle finally knelt and offered her hand.
“Old kanaka name him. Kanaka need guard dog because kanaka not strong anymore. Kanaka start to train as mean guard dog. Then kanaka pass away. Kini not sure to keep.”
“Just a couple weeks ago, Huxley and I met a nice British couple in San Francisco who have two of this breed. If you ever want to find him a good home, they just might take him. He's beautiful!”
“Maybe opportunity?” Kini
