Chapter 20

“They’re such great dogs,” Howie said, “But because they’re older, big, and have to be placed together, they get passed up. They both have had chances to go to separate homes, but we can’t do that.”

“That’s a shame.” Matthew said, looking down at Amos, who was happily walking along, nose to the ground, tail wagging.

Howie sighed. “I’d adopt them, but I don’t know how Katya and Sergei would handle it. Besides,” he said, slipping an arm through Matthew’s, “if I did bring them home, you and I would have to get a bigger place.”

Both men stopped. Shocked at what Howie had just said, Matthew turned and looked at Howie, who was staring back at him with a look of panic on his face.

“I…I mean, we…uh…when you come over it’s kinda of…well…I don’t have a lot of space, and…” Howie stumbled to a halt. He took a deep breath and said. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. It’s sort of presumptive of me to think that someday maybe…well, you know.”