Thursday, April 6, 2017


She carried the kibble out of the apartment, set it down on the steps, shut, locked, and made sure the basement apartment door was locked.  
Picked up the half-full bag of dried dog kibble, adjusted to the weight, ran up the steps, around the house, and to the car.
She opened the trunk and put the kibble inside, on top of Harvey's blanket and the food dish and water dish.  She paused.  She didn't know why.  She did know why. Dog Mom Sloan was trying to dominate Get Her Ass Out of Dodge Sloan. But really, what, she thought that shit would balance on the backseat, fast as she'd be driving?  

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