He turned, throwing over hi shoulder, ”And if he growls at you, even once, he’s out. He looks wild.”
I am, Riley snapped inside her head.
Do not laugh, she thought to herself.
Her dad paused at the door. “Where does it stay while you’re at school?”
It. Nice. “Outside.”
“You could be inviting flees into our home, Mary Ann.”
No. Laughing. “He’s clean, Dad. I swear. But if I spot a single little bug, I’ll bathe him.”
That could prove interesting, Riley said.

Autore: Gena Showalter