Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Uh-oh,” I said, sensing where this was going. “What’d you do?”
“Remember when you fell in love with that ridiculous dog we saw in L.A.?”
“The Borzoi,” I repeated, thinking of her long face.
“Well, you’ll never guess what I found on a rescue site…”
“You didn’t.”
“I did. She is only four weeks old. But she will be coming home the week of your birthday.”
“Two puppies at once.”
I knew the risk: “littermate syndrome,” where, if you get two dogs too closely together, they can suddenly snap one day and violently attack each other. That said, I also knew the workarounds for that. And had the time to do all the proper individual training.
“Not just that,” Colter said. “Two hounds.”
He wasn’t wrong. Bassets, obviously, were scent hounds. But Borzoi were sight hounds. And hounds were notoriously stubborn, independent, and hard to train. But they could also be total love bugs.
“This is going to be crazy,” I agreed. “But if anyone can pull it off, it’s us.”
“Got that right,” he agreed, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his side. “Thank you.”
“Thank you too,” I said. But I didn’t just mean for the puppy that would be joining us. I meant… for everything. For the life we built. For the happiness we’d known. For all the amazing things to come. Things I knew I never would have had without him. “For everything.”
“You saved my life. I’m pretty sure that makes us even.”
Taking that shot had been the best decision I’d ever made.
But when we told people our love story over the years, we went ahead and left out the whole… murder thing.
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