When I returned to my cozy little cabin, I was greeted by none other than Barley the black cat, lounging on the front porch like he owned the place (which, let"s be real, he probably did). Just as I was about to give him a friendly pat on the head, I noticed a lump behind him. My hand instinctively reached for my trusty nine (you know, just in case it was a mountain lion in disguise). But before I could even pull it out, the lump moved and I saw it was just an Australian Shepherd, taking a nap in the sun.
"I see you"ve met Beano," said a smooth voice from behind me. I turned to see none other than Dr. Superman himself (ok, fine, his name is Ky Dalton) standing there looking like he just walked off a romance novel cover. I mean, honestly, what is it with small towns and their too-good-to-b
