EXCERPT:
“Where‘s Precious?”
“He‘s around somewhere,”‖ I answered in a normal tone, belied by a frantically racing brain. “He was just here keeping me company.”
By then she was in the other bedroom searching with rising alarm. I stripped down and just before morphing shouted, “I found him. I‘m sending him out now.”
Kady‘s face lit up with a relieved smile showing two pearly white rows of even teeth as I pranced through the door stopping for appropriate stroking. “Don‘t scare me like that, you little dickens.”
I nuzzled her, wedging a black triangular snout into the space between arm and breast. She giggled. “Don‘t be so fresh.” Directing attention to the bathroom, she shouted, “I‘m taking my little guy for a walk.”
Ignoring the lack of response, she allowed me to lead her outside. Anxiety over the prospects of exposure made a naturally hyper terrier demeanor shift to overdrive, facilitating completion of the purpose for the walk.
While we strolled along the path, I wondered if I needed more drill bits. Did Mr. Bowman have a supply I could tap? Soon enough we climbed the stairs onto the covered, open air breezeway.
“I‘m back,”‖ Kady announced throwing open the door and unsnapping the choker leash which thankfully had no collar. I scooted into the bathroom where Drake was supposed to be working and morphed back, turning in horror to see Kady entering the bedroom with an eye set on the bathroom to inspect my work.
“Don‘t come in,” I said, standing naked with head and one shoulder showing from behind the door.
Staring frankly at the bronze colored sinewy ball joint, she asked, “Why not?”
“It‘s warm in here so I stripped down, and my tools are scattered all over. I‘ll be out in a sec.”
“Is Precious in there?”
“Yes, he is. The little stinker won‘t let me go anywhere without following.”
“That means he likes you.”
“I guess I‘m in then.”
“More than you know,” she muttered under her breath, inaudible to human ears but not mine.
“Where‘s Precious?”
“He‘s around somewhere,”‖ I answered in a normal tone, belied by a frantically racing brain. “He was just here keeping me company.”
By then she was in the other bedroom searching with rising alarm. I stripped down and just before morphing shouted, “I found him. I‘m sending him out now.”
Kady‘s face lit up with a relieved smile showing two pearly white rows of even teeth as I pranced through the door stopping for appropriate stroking. “Don‘t scare me like that, you little dickens.”
I nuzzled her, wedging a black triangular snout into the space between arm and breast. She giggled. “Don‘t be so fresh.” Directing attention to the bathroom, she shouted, “I‘m taking my little guy for a walk.”
Ignoring the lack of response, she allowed me to lead her outside. Anxiety over the prospects of exposure made a naturally hyper terrier demeanor shift to overdrive, facilitating completion of the purpose for the walk.
While we strolled along the path, I wondered if I needed more drill bits. Did Mr. Bowman have a supply I could tap? Soon enough we climbed the stairs onto the covered, open air breezeway.
“I‘m back,”‖ Kady announced throwing open the door and unsnapping the choker leash which thankfully had no collar. I scooted into the bathroom where Drake was supposed to be working and morphed back, turning in horror to see Kady entering the bedroom with an eye set on the bathroom to inspect my work.
“Don‘t come in,” I said, standing naked with head and one shoulder showing from behind the door.
Staring frankly at the bronze colored sinewy ball joint, she asked, “Why not?”
“It‘s warm in here so I stripped down, and my tools are scattered all over. I‘ll be out in a sec.”
“Is Precious in there?”
“Yes, he is. The little stinker won‘t let me go anywhere without following.”
“That means he likes you.”
“I guess I‘m in then.”
“More than you know,” she muttered under her breath, inaudible to human ears but not mine.
