I found Beano waiting to be let in, scratching at the door like a detective trying to c***k a case. “That"s a unique way to get my attention,” I said. “Next time, you should use the obvious approach and try barking. That would be less likely to get you in trouble.”
Beano looked up at me with big, brown eyes, wagged his tail, and let out a bark so loud it could"ve woken the dead. “Wow, you"re smarter than I thought,” I said, and reached down to give him a pat on the back. “Come on in. Maybe you"ll help to calm my nerves or scare away my problems altogether.”
Beano padded across the floor, went straight to the couch, and laid down. “Maybe not,” I said, sitting next to him and petting his soft fur. He had a wet and musty odor, and I sniffed my hands to see if they smelled like him. I went i
