CHAPTER 19
BRUCE
Between “sit” and the gushing feedback from my staff about how “friendly” Colossus was when they saw him today, my chest fills with pride. I also feel kind of dumb because this is my dog learning basic dog niceties, not my son graduating c*m laude.
Realizing I’m still petting the dog in front of Lilly and that she might disapprove of that for some dog trainer reason, I rise to my feet.
Hmm. She is looking at me strangely, but I don’t know if that’s condemnation or something else.
“Would you like to take a break?” I ask.
She c***s her head, a mannerism she no doubt learned from one of her fluffy students. “From what?”
“From him.” I point down.
Her eyebrows come alive and meet in the middle of her forehead. “Why?”
I suppress another wave of irritation. First, she’s
