"Did you ever think these two would become friends?" She looked down at the bull terrier sitting side by side with the Doberman, their tongues hanging out of their mouths as though they were grinning at her and understood what she was saying. The two animals were quite a contrast. The bull terrier was snow white now, almost all the scars healing nicely though the gash on his nose still had a redness to it, and his slanted eyes had a contented intelligence. Cady's research on the breed had revealed that despite their ability to fight ferociously, they were gentle animals, good as pets for both adults and children. At first the two male canines had given each other a wide berth. There had been a hostile wariness in their manner, especially on the part of the Doberman, who resented the intruder to his home. Gradually his reluctant acceptance gave way to a cautious camaraderie that grew every day. Trock watched the two dogs in silence for a time. Then he inclined his head and patted each animal, his facial muscles moving in the semblance of a smile.
