He watched the construction of the house as he groomed Boo, who had gotten into a pack of foxtails. The dog growled unpleasantly as he pulled the offensive stickers from her fur.“This is your doing, young lady, not mine. Don’t you think of showing your teeth to me,” Preston scolded as he carefully dislodged another sticker from her paw. Boo dropped her ears back and licked his face in an apology. Now, why couldn’t he get Serendipity Mitchell to be so contrite?She had successfully avoided the flat of his hand by curbing her tongue for the last three months, but he could see that she was on the edge of facing his disapproval once again. She had called him “hircismus” just this morning and then promptly informed him that he was a couple of dilithium crystals short of a warp core. Now, he could handle being informed that his armpits smelled like a goat, if indeed they did. But using a Star Trek reference to insult his intelligence? Yes, she was becoming very creative in her insults.
