Jan 1, 2016
“ Is this one yours?” She questioned, grabbing the leash before the dog could take off again, walking the dog back to the frantic owner. “ It’s not unusual for me to catch dogs that have gone haywire.”
“Oh, no, no.” Clementine shakes her head. “Animals are murder in terms of hair on clothes.” She scoffs. “Just taking him out for a neighbor -- late night at work I suppose. Thank you though. Suppose he’d be upset if I lost him.”