Chapter 11

Gracie wagged her tail when she heard her name. She was glad they both seemed to want to talk to each other. The longer they talked the better.

“Well, Your Highness,” the big man said, reaching down to rub her long, silky lemon ears. “It is an honor to be in the company of royalty.”

Gracie licked the man’s hand. She wanted him to know she liked him—a lot.

“Moe’s a rescue, too,” the big man said. “His name’s Muhammad Ali. I know. Dumb, naming a boxer dog after a famous boxer. But I can’t take the blame for that. That was my brother Daniel’s doing. My brother found him eating garbage at the base where he was doing basic. Dan’s into boxing so he named him that. I felt silly yelling Muhammad so I call him Moe for short.”

Bryan laughed.