I haven't had a dog in years. In the last two years we've gone from two house rabbits (cutest things ever but be prepared to vacuum daily) and two cats to just one cat. Old age sucks for pets too. My littlest suddenly wants a dog but I don't think I can do it. When my childhood dog died, it just about broke my heart. Plus I just about broke my bank account between the vet bills and the speeding ticket I got on the Taconic as I rushed away from the animal hospital. I still miss her gray haired face.
**Hungry Like a Wolf, Duran Duran**
Burk nudged Danny at the breakfast table. "Woman is trying to turn the loyalty of your dog man." Kara froze, one hand under the flap of her front waist pocket. She was wedged between Danny and Cruz. One thigh comfortably heated by Danny's. Across from her, Burk was doing his best to stir up trouble.
"Would you stop doing that?" Danny swung around to level a glare on her.
"What?" Kara tried to feign innocence but she had just been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar so a half smile was slipping past her attempted poker face.
"You know what. You're putting bacon in your pocket again, aren't you. Now you've even got Frankie feeding him treats. Are you two trying to distract Halsey from his job so that we'll get blown to bits and Frankie can take my job?"
Her eyes shot to Danny's in alarm as she took her hand back out of her pocket. "No! I would never do that." My God, he really did think either of them was that mercenary? The man couldn't even see what was right in front of him apparently. Under the table, Halsey licked her fingers clean.
"That's cold Kara, even Chandler wouldn't be that cold. Taking a man's dog." Cruz was trying not to laugh as he shook his head.
Halsey backed out from under the table he whined and cocked his head expectantly, still following her every movement. They continued to eat, ignoring the begging dog. When he didn't give up, Danny sighed. "Well, just, don't get him too fat that I can't carry him. And not at breakfast right before I take him out for some training or he really does get bored with what I've got."
She cocked a brow. "You should try bacon. He likes it better than that jerky you give him."
"It's not jerky." Danny rolled his eyes. "It's a bait, specially formulated for his teeth."
"I've seen you eating it." Burk leaned in and studied Danny's mouth. "It does look like it's good for teeth but no wonder you have girl problems back home. She probably saw you eating dog treats and decided she couldn't take kissing you anymore."
Danny rolled his eyes. "I'm not eating it. It makes him focus on my face. It's a bonding thing. Why, you been thinking about kissing me Carlton?" He shot back.
"I'm not putting it in my mouth and he's plenty bonded to me." Kara demonstrated by putting her hand in her pocket. Halsey promptly shuffled a little closer, laying his head in her lap. Danny's mind instantly went somewhere very inappropriate for the breakfast table. Well, at least the breakfast table AND everyone else. "When he stops working you're going to have to put him on a diet but hey, you'll probably lose ten pounds too. I once had a golden that was less food oriented than him and goldies are little piggies." She leaned under the table and handed the dog a treat. "Who's my little piggy now?" she cooed.
Danny slid his long legs out from the table. "I give up with you two. Just don't give him any cheese. It makes him fart up my room like a herd of cows and that really is a buzz kill."
He called the dog as he stalked away and Halsey looked to Kara for confirmation. "Go on you big moocher. Let me eat my breakfast too." He trotted away, tail held high while the table laughed in his wake.