Runt
“She told them when they came to the door to pick her up. The man and the woman, all suntanned. That’s usually how their faces look when they come to get their dogs, all tan. Sometimes red and peeling in papery sheets of skin, and they pay big bucks for that look.
“But why?” the woman asked. The man was writing out a check so maybe he didn’t hear at first.
“Because she’s a bully,” my mother said. “She’s big. Bigger than the other dogs and she knows it.”
I watched the look on the woman’s face. He...r eyes got all watery. I didn’t know that happened to grown-ups.
“Sadie?” The woman couldn’t believe it. She kept blinking, hard. “But she’s so sweet.”
“Well, sure.” My mother wasn’t one to pull any punches. “She’s sweet to you, but in a group she’s a bully. A first-rate bully.”
“But I—”
“Don’t take it personal. I just can’t take her in here anymore.”
Thank God my mother had taken down the crate and put it away before Sadie’s owners showed up.MoreLess
“But why?” the woman asked. The man was writing out a check so maybe he didn’t hear at first.
“Because she’s a bully,” my mother said. “She’s big. Bigger than the other dogs and she knows it.”
I watched the look on the woman’s face. He...r eyes got all watery. I didn’t know that happened to grown-ups.
“Sadie?” The woman couldn’t believe it. She kept blinking, hard. “But she’s so sweet.”
“Well, sure.” My mother wasn’t one to pull any punches. “She’s sweet to you, but in a group she’s a bully. A first-rate bully.”
“But I—”
“Don’t take it personal. I just can’t take her in here anymore.”
Thank God my mother had taken down the crate and put it away before Sadie’s owners showed up.MoreLess
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