“Go potty in the yard right now,” Riley ordered when they returned home and exited Jasmine’s car. Burt looked up at her with soulful doggy eyes and a muzzle saturated in a red wine reduction. “Don’t give me that look. You ate an entire roast. I don’t want your rear end anywhere near the furniture when that bill comes due,” she insisted. With a grumble, Burt trotted off into the trees, taking his two new four-legged friends—who hadn’t stopped yapping the entire car ride—with him.
