Chapter 7

By then, there were a few bystanders watching and listening. A man commented on Bull’s size, asking Cole what breed the dog was. Cole told him, then thanked him when the man dropped a handful of change into the cup.

“You know,” a woman said as she also put a bill in the cup, “you should make a sign saying you’re trying to make enough to keep him in dog biscuits, or something like that. Everyone wants to help animals.”

More than people, I suspect. Cole thanked her for the suggestion, saying that was a great idea.

Once the ticket line dwindled down, Cole pushed off the wall. “Let’s go to the mall,” he said to Bull. As if he knew where that was, the dog took off walking in the right direction so rapidly Cole had to quicken his pace to catch up. “Slow down,” he muttered, and Bull did, giving Cole a chance to see how much money they’d made. “Whoa. I can afford to buy us both steaks,” he commented happily. “Big ones.”