Chapter 18

"Just don't notice the mess.

I giggled when Solange slammed the bar door on our back and I went down the stairs. Outside, still in his large and concrete backyard, there was no mess at all. With the exception of a large dog house and a gate that opened to the garage, it was no big deal. Speaking of the dog house, its owner came running in our directions, and for a moment I hesitated, when I noticed the Pitbull waiting at the end of the stairs with his mouth open.

"Tell me he's meek," I asked with a look over my shoulder, Solange nodded. “I never recovered from the first dog bite I took.

"Yes, she's the calmest Pitbull I've ever met in my life," guaranteed Solange.

With this encouraging warning, I did not dodge when the dog sniffed me, waving his tail with enthusiasm. It was inevitable to fail to remember how many dogs I had not trained in my battalion. Accustomed to the German Shepherd breed, I had a certain affini