After hanging up, I realize I need to put on my happy mask so he doesn't suspect anything. So much for decompressing. Looking into Pickles innocent looking face, I now know that she's not so innocent after all. Not completely trusting her, I wrap the leash around my wrist and pull her close to me. Nothing personal darling, but we can't have you wandering off. As I pet her, I feel like a bad guy. A villainous smile comes across my face while I pet her. After another 10 minutes pass, I see Dillon sprinting up to us. He looks like he just lost his child.
"PICKLES!"
"Good to see you too, Dillon."
"Are you ok, my darling? Are you hurt anywhere? Daddy is sorry he took his eyes off of you. I won't let you untie your leash again!"
He continues to coo and check her over for injuries. All the while she calmly puts up with his antics, almost looking bored.
"You know I have to ask. How did she end up at the beach and how did she end up lost?"
