He’s pulling on one end of a frayed multicolored rope, and our new addition is savagely tugging on the other end. Frantic little growls are emitting from his tiny furry body, and I burst into ecstatic giggles at the picture they create. Grisham looks up, and the smile he gives me is like the reward for something good I did but can’t remember. “You laughing at us?” He points at me and throws the rope at my feet. “Get her, boy.” Our puppy rocket-launches himself in my direction, his little paws skidding on the hardwood kitchen floor. I bend down to scratch him on the head, and he rolls over onto his back to beg for my attention on his belly instead. “Aw, come on, man! You are such a sucker,” Grisham playfully chides the puppy. I raise a brow. “You’re not a sucker for a good rubdown?” The teasing grin freezes in place on his face and his eyes narrow dangerously.
