“You can’t panhandle here,” a security guard said roughly.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Cole replied tightly.
“Looks like it from here. And get a leash for that monster before he attacks someone.”
“Fuck you, too,” Cole muttered, getting to his feet again. Slinging his pack over one shoulder, he marched angrily out of the shopping center. When he got to the street, he decided to call it a day. “I’m not giving up,” he told Bull. “I’m just…Yeah, I’ve had it with being rejected by stupid people who aren’t willing to give a guy a chance. Let’s head back.”
Apparently Bull had other ideas. He started walking in the opposite direction, glancing back over his shoulder to see if Cole was following. With a shrug, Cole did. Bull led the way to a row of stores behind a low stone wall, and sat in front of it. For a moment, Cole wondered what the dog was doing. Then he got the idea. Sitting on the wall, he retrieved the cup he’d used the previous night, putting it down by his feet.