“Hunted?” “Mounted??” “Eaten…what the hell is wrong with this town!”
Bobbi Sue read the ad in the pet store’s window while she danced around the feet of several confused and concerned tourists. Sure the words sounded harsh, but living in a town full of shifters with an array of different appetites, one couldn't be to careful.
“Disgusting, I tell you. Just disgusting. Someone should tell the Mayor.”
Good luck there lady. Bobbi Sue yelped when the behemoth tattle-taler stepped on her paw. There was no safe place amid humans for toy yorkies, but she’d needed to see what Glenn had been working on all morning. She knew whatever it was would affect her directly, yet her short stature kept her from peeking over his shoulder.
“Oh my, sweet boodilly-boo. I didn’t mean to step on your widdy biddy footsie.”
Oh crap! With no time to run, she found herself in the arms of a baby-talking stranger who held her too tight and wore far too much perfume. It would be sheer luck if she didn’t lose her puppy chow all over this woman.
“I should just take you home with me itty bitty one.”
The hell. Bobbi Sue barked, short, panicked noises searching for help she was terrified she wouldn’t find. No way would she go home with this stranger.
“Ooh, oh…stop, please. No need to get sassy, puppy-wuppy, mommy Mimi will take good care of her intzy-wi…”
Her legs moved in frantic fleeing motions, but this woman had a vice grip around her neck. If only she’d stayed, cowering in the soft nest of pillows Glenn had laid out for her. Glenn…
“Excuse me, Mimi did you say? I believe you have my pet.”
“What? No, this is a stray I just found. She’ll be coming home with me, Sir.”
"Actually, this is Bobbi Sue and she lives here in this shop…” Glenn lifted her from the Mimi monsters arms and cuddled her to his chest, warm and secure; his hand stroked her head even as he continued to speak. “…Where she is safe and she is loved.”
Have a warm and secure weekend of your very own!