I heard the door slam as I walked back into the kitchen. The papers spread across the table were still ruffling in the draft from the back yard, and I crawled under the table to pick up some stuff that had blown off completely.
Horrendous barking came from the kitchen; that damn german shepherd going nuts. Kit's little sister walked through again, talking to Pooch, or whatever his name is.
"It's okay buddy, he just headed over to Neet's place… I know you like the squirrels over there, but you can go some other time. I'm sure he'll be back for your walk whenever he can be..."
I tried to stand up and smacked my head on the table. Carmela screamed. Guess she hadn't seen me. The dog kept whimpering as I asked, "Kit took off?"
"Yeah, something came up and he had to run. Sure he's sorry and all that…" She announced as she sailed up the stairs, blowing me off totally.
So the dog gets more of an apology than I do?
What the hell. I really needed to pass that test.
I s'pose I do know where he is…
