Chapter 47

He did. This dog sat in the last cage, crouched low and looking anxious. Her ears drooped, but her tail gave a tiny twitch and then another as Dan drew close. She was a mottled color, mostly black and white mixed to make a tweedy pattern with a few solid black spots and some tan on her legs and face. She had pointed ears. When he spoke, they came up, giving her face a foxy look. The tail moved faster, wider.

“Little gal, I think you’re going to go home with me.”