“I’m not going to intimidate him. I’m just going to make him see right from wrong.” She paused. “That is, after I determine that you’re right.”
Flynn’s mouth dropped open. “You think I’m mistaken?”
“I don’t think anything, sweetheart. But I was with you at the shelter when you first got the little guy. I went to PetSmart with you for half the Saturdays when he had obedience training. When you wanted to run off for the weekend to Portland with that drummer from the punk rock band, I took care of him. Iwill know if this is our dog—or not.”
“Our dog?”
Clara grinned. “I love him like my own.”