![]() ![]() There were cans of wet food in a bag in the trunk, and I collected that, snapped the leash to the collar, and led the sweater-clad Chihuahua toward my home. Picking up the sleeping dog from the passenger seat, I tucked him under my arm and got out. Him being home was not super great for me-I’d hoped to have a little more time to prepare-but there was no way around it, and I wasn’t going to change my mind. At least now, they couldn’t get far without transportation. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them-they were both the kind of people anyone would be happy to claim-it was just that they were both superheroes at heart, so if duty called, they would ditch out to help a friend in need. They used to be on the sides, with mine, but after Kola and Hannah made a nighttime getaway, Sam had moved them just to be on the safe side. Sam had put up bike hooks on the far wall, so I was always careful pulling in so I didn’t crush them. It was tiny, compared to most people’s, as the cars could fit in there but nothing much else besides the kids’ bikes. ![]() I was surprised when I got home and found the tank he drove already parked in our small two car garage. ![]()
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