“Well, yes. He’ll have fun chasing squirrels.” Vince was a big guy—like football player big, and not one of the skinny ones who ran fast—and he loomed over both of us. That was why I had to choke down a laugh when he looked down at Bear like he was sizing him up. But then he seemed to come to a decision, because he nodded. “Fine. I’ll take your dog outside and watch him,” he declared, as if he were granting me a boon. While I wasn’t one to complain, he’d sure changed his tune quickly. “Really? I thought you didn’t like—” “Follow me, dog,” Vince ordered, walking off in the opposite direction
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