“Wait up!” panted Winston.
When Kit had asked him to take Grace for a walk, she’d promised the pup knew how to heel, wouldn’t chase small animals, and would generally behave herself.
“I trained her myself!” Kit said.
If Grace knew how to heel, she certainly was good at pretending she didn’t.
Winston had spent the last 45 minutes chasing Grace around the neighborhood, trying to prevent the massacre of the local birds and squirrels.
Somehow (fortunately for Winston), they had managed to make a loop, and were now nearly back.
Still out of breath, Winston slowed down and watched Grace flop down outside the house.
“Boy, Grace,” he said. “I think I better have a chat with Kit.”