Page 53 of The Rowdy Ones
Woof. Woof. Woof.
Destiny snaps out of the mesmerizing daze we both seemed to be transfixed in and grins. “You hear that? It’s a dog!”
She breaks from my grip, snatches her cane, and moves down the RV hallway with alarming speed.
I’ll catch up in a sec.
Just as soon as my cock calms the fuck down.
Iknew I heard a dog earlier today.
I’m so eager to get to it, I misjudge one of the steps on the RV and stumble to the ground, landing hard on my knees. I sit up quickly on my haunches and check my cane over with my hands, thankful I didn’t damage it in the fall. Then something bumps into me.
Woof!
Reaching out, I find matted fur on what’s definitely a dog. It’s so much smaller than Mage or Spirit, but still probably weighs nearly as much as I do.
“Hello,” I croon, scratching behind the dog’s ears when I find them. “Aren’t you a sweet little baby?”
The dog licks at my face and yips. He jumps and puts his paws on my shoulders, nearly knocking me over.
“Down,” a voice barks, a lot more vicious than the dog. “Down. Now.”
Woof!
The dog grunts and then slides off. Its tail whips me as it rushes over to Rowdy. The licking continues over there.
“You’re disgusting,” Rowdy complains. “What have you been eating? There’s blood all over you.”
Panic surges up inside me. “Is it hurt?”
“I don’t think so,” he says. “It’s likely whoever was on the receiving end was the one that got hurt. And, judging by the balls on this thing, it’s a boy.”
My dog’s a he.
I grin at Rowdy. “We have to keep him. He’s probably lonely and starving and cold.”
“We don’t even know what kind of dog he is.”
Pulling out my phone, I hold it out in the general direction of the licking sound and instruct it to take a picture. Then I ask my phone to determine what type it is. Within seconds, I have my answer. “This appears to be an Australian Shepherd and Labrador Retriever mix.”
Before I can ask my phone to give me details about those breeds, he’s back in my face, giving me slobbery kisses.
“You’re such a good boy,” I praise, kissing his filthy fur. “Just doing what you had to in order to survive out there. But then you found us. You’re a good little scout.”
The dog barks happily.
“You like that? Want to be called Scout?”
He makes a cute howling sound and then licks my face again. I love him already.
“He needs a bath,” Rowdy says, much closer than before. “You think Aunt Eve will let this dirty thing in her house?”
She will.
How could she not?
Scout is so sweet and loving.
