"That damn dog is back," my boyfriend muttered.
Barely more than a puppy, the bone-thin little mutt had snuck onto the porch and was eating from my dog's bowl again. Jake opened the back door and stomped his big black boot to make him run.
This was the second time in a week that I had watched the pup slink up the back stairs, glancing rapidly
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