After putting away my stress-driven “supper,” I threw Taco and Mayhem each a bone and made sure their water bowl was full. Then, I fluffed up Aslan’s favorite cashmere throw on the sofa and put a saucer with a little tuna on top of the fridge. The dogs wagged their tails gratefully, and Aslan showed her gratitude by curling up with her back to me on her blanket. “See you guys later,” I said as we headed out.
Daniel drove my truck with me beside him and Tiffany next to the passenger window. I loved the idea of us in our fancy outfits in this vintage truck, and apparently, we put on a good show because when we pulled up the actual valet, not to be confused with Daniel as my personal valet, whistled as we stepped out. Quite a few other heads turned, and I decided that I was going to put the
