PART 4
I found myself laughing, almost automatically. I dealt with so many dogs I had a routine check-list for their owners, a method of deciding whether the owner was Dog People or rather someone who liked accessories. Small dogs in handbags, oh please.
My boss did much the same thing, not only refusing jobs where one or more of us had raised enough concerns, but passing them up the line for official action. As she also ran a kennels and cattery near Shipley Bridge, we saw a LOT of dogs and their owners.
I sobered up quickly, giving him a smile, but refraining from patting his hand. Most definitely not a good idea.
“Sorry again; not laughing at you. It’s just ridiculous, given how you look after her. Who has this come from?”
“You got time for this?”
“Not working for anyone but myself today. What do you have?”
“Well, I’ll put the kettle on first, then. Tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please, in this weather”
He smiled.
“You can lie down again if you want, but I will be in a chair”
Chapter 35.
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