“Dante!” I waved my arms to get his attention. “Bad boy!” I mocked then patted my knees. “Bring it back. Come on.” I made kissing noises at him and he smirked, promptly placing the whistle around his neck on the chain. “No, Dante,” I complained, serious now. I pushed a hand into my shorts pocket, taking out a few gold coins. It was like trading doggie kibble for the TV remote.
