She stepped close to Angelica, burying her face in the slick muscle and hard tissues that layered the dog, wrapping her arms as far as they would go around Angelica’s shoulders and neck.

Aww. 🙂

Just as her dogs came to trust her as she cared for them, fed them, and nurtured them, she grew closer to them as they shared experiences with her, as they learned and accepted their training.  Angelica was one of the dogs she was closest to.  The only dog she was this close to.  Brutus and Judas had passed, the only dogs she had been with for years.

R.I.P. Brutus and Judas. May they be as good dogs in death as they were in life.

Her heart broke a little every time she thought about it.

Yeah, I feel you.

And this man?  This family man?  He’d thought he could take Angelica away from her?

Yeeeeeeah I have low hopes for this man continuing to have limbs at this point.

Without looking at him, her head still pressed to Angelica’s neck, she gave the order, “Hurt him.”

At least that’s not “pull”, but who knows how Angelica will interpret this.

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