nder myself. Every mo

tate park trails ju

was showing it affection. He'd kick at Thunde

way from Old John, his tail tuckin

er, almost joyful. He'd press

y, come. He learned quickly, hi

ocket. High-value ones. Bit

his heavy boot a

Thunder near the edge of ou

breeds" list for our specific town, but they were definitely "restricted" – meaning strict leash l

slowed, ey

join me, tensed. He yanked Thunder's lea

ssed. "Nearly got us a fine." He kicked

yelped,

hn, stop it! It w

s head, murmuring soothing word

on the ground. "You

at Old John then. A flicker of so

arded dogs at her pl

I stopped by with Sophia. "He's too smart for h

heard anything about

. Said he belonged to a rancher way out in the valley. Gave him up because he was too much trouble. Kept getting out, o

found the p

lowly, surely, lear

s leash off in the house w

m. When Sophia napped, he'd lie

end shout, he'd be alert, a low grow

with us. With m

r Old John was a seed