The old lady had the scent of some floral odor Hops hadn’t encountered before, but even if he found her smell uncomfortable, she was the most liberal with dog treats, especially when the other ladies weren’t around. The good smelling lady with the soft hands who had taken him from the brewery had been tense when she had been on the porch with the man. The man smelled of gunmetal and spray starch which made his pants scratchy when Hops tried to brush up against him. After a few minutes of tense discussion though, the lady left the porch, tenseness gone and instead seemed excited about something. The man opened the door, “Coming, Hops?” Instead of following him, Hops was attracted by something off the porch, possibly a rabbit. He could go in for snacks a little later, he thought as he leapt off the porch to the underbrush near the house. The man laughed and said, “Don’t go far, we’ll be needing you in a minute,”
