“I don’t want to listen to your muffled excuses about training methods. Those eggs would have lasted us all week, now they’re smashed all over the yard thanks to him.”
Tom took a step forward to try and placate her.
“Back off! You’re too close.”
‘Don’t be angry love, it was an accident.’
“Angry? Too damn right I’m angry! Don’t touch me, else I’ll push that clay whistle so far under your skin you’ll have to pry it out with a crowbar. Bloody pit bull! I never wanted a dog in the first place!”
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