Mandy, in the tiny back room beyond the kitchen, emptied a tin of dog food into Bear’s bowl. “And you’ve already fed Fuzzy,” Libby approved. “I can smell it. You’re trying to steal their affections.” She’d let yesterday’s pot-smoking go. Mandy was obviously on her best behaviour.Bear finished his...
Libby and Mandy cradled mugs of coffee in Max’s living room, while Bear stretched across as many feet as possible, grunting with pleasure. Libby placed her mug out of reach of the dog’s tail and unzipped a small pocket in her handbag, pulling out a silk jewellery pouch that once contained a silve...
The last thing she needed was a confrontation with the cat. She shouted for Fuzzy, but as usual there was no response. That animal came only when she chose. She could be anywhere. Libby wasn’t about to leave Bear outside, digging up the tiny garden. She wanted that dog where she could see him. Sh...