“So tell me, Shay, I’ve always wondered, in order to be a quarterback, is it required you have a sexy name? It seems they’re all named things like Connor, Trey, Colt, Tanner, or…Shay.”
Embarrassed, but glad for the distraction of Dwayne’s question, Shay laughed. “Not sure, but it does seem to be in the job description.”
Dwayne smiled, gave Marty’s ears a final scratch, and laid a hand on Shay’s shoulder. He gave it a light squeeze and said, “I’ll let Marty out, then we can go down to the basement where we’ll have more room.” He took Marty from Shay and walked through the house to the back door. Shay followed. Marty wasted no time doing his business. Once back inside, the three went downstairs.
The basement was a spacious, finished family room, carpeted, with a large couch and several comfortable- looking chairs spread around the room. A Foosball table stood at the far end, as well as a television. Marty jumped up on the couch and curled up.