“I’m making an executive decision,” I tell Reaper, who is busy eating a leaf. “Time to go home.” He ignores me. “I’ll give you so many treats. A bounty of treats.” An ear perks. “Treats beyond your wildest imagination.” The other ear. Additional bribery and a few tugs of the leash and we’re on our way. I lead us at a brisk pace, afraid we’re being followed.
