heart twisted and jealousy surged through her.
She wanted a man like that...one that loved her and their children
with all his heart.
Dixie came up beside her and tugged her belt
loop, then asked hesitantly, "Wanna help me walk Sarge and
Snuggles?"
"You bet I do...let me go change real
quick," she said then looked at Cassie with a raised brow.
"There's a room down the hall there, she
pointed, "You can change in there."
"Thanks," she told her with a grin, then
looked down at Dixie again, "You get 'em ready and I'll be right
back, okay?"
"Yep, I'll be by the door waiting," Dixie
told her in her little singsong voice and headed to round up the
dogs.
Katie walked down the hall where Cassie had
pointed then looked from room to room until she located the
bedroom. She went inside and shut the door then stripped out of the
high heel boots that were killing her feet now. After she pulled
off the ripped up shorts, red halter and fishnet hose, she stood
there for a minute just enjoying being out of the getup for a
minute. When she put on put on her soft worn cutoffs, sleeveless
shirt and work boots that felt like slippers on her feet they were
so broken in, she sighed in relief, then stuffed the other clothes
in her backpack.
Heading back down the hall, Katie ran into
her by the front door with the dogs already on leashes. "Hey,
Chickadee, you ready?" she asked and took Sarge's leash from
her.
Dixie smiled up at her, the first genuinely
nice smile she'd ever given Katie, and answered politely, "Yes,
ma'am...we're ready to go."
"You get some treats? We can teach them some
tricks," Katie suggested.
Dixie sucked in a breath and asked in awe,
"Really?"
"Yeah, Sarge probably already knows them,
but we could use him to teach Snuggles, and we need treats," Katie
told her patiently.
Dixie handed her Snuggles leash then ran
toward the kitchen. Don't run in the house , Katie wanted to
yell, but refrained, because she was determined not to give Dixie
any more reason to think she was mean.
A minute later the little blond bundle of
energy ran back into the foyer with a box of dog biscuits in her
hand and a huge grin on her face. She held the box up to Katie
proudly and told her, "Got 'em!"
Katie smiled then handed her Snuggles leash
and opened the front door. Once they got to the pasture, and both
dogs did their business, she unclipped the leash from Sarge's
collar and told him to sit, while pointing at his rear end. The
slack-jawed bulldog immediately planted his butt in the grass and
watched her. She took the box of treats from Dixie and pulled one
out then said, "Good dog, Good Sarge," and patted his head then
gave him the biscuit. His tongue flopped side to side in his mouth
and he slobbered as he chewed it.
Katie cringed then looked over at Dixie who
was watching her intently. Snuggles was rolling in the grass, and
chewing on her boot, then flopped around like a fish with all his
puppy energy. Breaking one of the treats she handed a piece to
Dixie and said, "You try it with Snuggles...it might take a few
tries for him to get it."
Dixie swallowed then leaned down and
unclipped the leash. When she stood back up, Snuggles was dancing
around in front of her. She pointed toward his rear end and said
'Sit, Snuggles," mildly and he just looked at her with curious
puppy dog eyes.
"Say it a little more firmly, and point your
finger at his butt," Katie suggested.
"Sit, Snuggles!" Dixie said sternly, then
pointed, and the little puppy got it and sat down briefly, before
he bounced back up and looked up at her expectantly, with his tail
wagging his whole back end.
"Don't give him the treat until he sits and
stays down for a minute," Katie told her.
"Sit, Snuggles!" Dixie repeated then he sat
again and looked up at her. She smiled, then leaned down and gave
him the biscuit and patted his head, "Good, puppy...good." She
turned to Katie with a huge smile and
She wanted a man like that...one that loved her and their children
with all his heart.
Dixie came up beside her and tugged her belt
loop, then asked hesitantly, "Wanna help me walk Sarge and
Snuggles?"
"You bet I do...let me go change real
quick," she said then looked at Cassie with a raised brow.
"There's a room down the hall there, she
pointed, "You can change in there."
"Thanks," she told her with a grin, then
looked down at Dixie again, "You get 'em ready and I'll be right
back, okay?"
"Yep, I'll be by the door waiting," Dixie
told her in her little singsong voice and headed to round up the
dogs.
Katie walked down the hall where Cassie had
pointed then looked from room to room until she located the
bedroom. She went inside and shut the door then stripped out of the
high heel boots that were killing her feet now. After she pulled
off the ripped up shorts, red halter and fishnet hose, she stood
there for a minute just enjoying being out of the getup for a
minute. When she put on put on her soft worn cutoffs, sleeveless
shirt and work boots that felt like slippers on her feet they were
so broken in, she sighed in relief, then stuffed the other clothes
in her backpack.
Heading back down the hall, Katie ran into
her by the front door with the dogs already on leashes. "Hey,
Chickadee, you ready?" she asked and took Sarge's leash from
her.
Dixie smiled up at her, the first genuinely
nice smile she'd ever given Katie, and answered politely, "Yes,
ma'am...we're ready to go."
"You get some treats? We can teach them some
tricks," Katie suggested.
Dixie sucked in a breath and asked in awe,
"Really?"
"Yeah, Sarge probably already knows them,
but we could use him to teach Snuggles, and we need treats," Katie
told her patiently.
Dixie handed her Snuggles leash then ran
toward the kitchen. Don't run in the house , Katie wanted to
yell, but refrained, because she was determined not to give Dixie
any more reason to think she was mean.
A minute later the little blond bundle of
energy ran back into the foyer with a box of dog biscuits in her
hand and a huge grin on her face. She held the box up to Katie
proudly and told her, "Got 'em!"
Katie smiled then handed her Snuggles leash
and opened the front door. Once they got to the pasture, and both
dogs did their business, she unclipped the leash from Sarge's
collar and told him to sit, while pointing at his rear end. The
slack-jawed bulldog immediately planted his butt in the grass and
watched her. She took the box of treats from Dixie and pulled one
out then said, "Good dog, Good Sarge," and patted his head then
gave him the biscuit. His tongue flopped side to side in his mouth
and he slobbered as he chewed it.
Katie cringed then looked over at Dixie who
was watching her intently. Snuggles was rolling in the grass, and
chewing on her boot, then flopped around like a fish with all his
puppy energy. Breaking one of the treats she handed a piece to
Dixie and said, "You try it with Snuggles...it might take a few
tries for him to get it."
Dixie swallowed then leaned down and
unclipped the leash. When she stood back up, Snuggles was dancing
around in front of her. She pointed toward his rear end and said
'Sit, Snuggles," mildly and he just looked at her with curious
puppy dog eyes.
"Say it a little more firmly, and point your
finger at his butt," Katie suggested.
"Sit, Snuggles!" Dixie said sternly, then
pointed, and the little puppy got it and sat down briefly, before
he bounced back up and looked up at her expectantly, with his tail
wagging his whole back end.
"Don't give him the treat until he sits and
stays down for a minute," Katie told her.
"Sit, Snuggles!" Dixie repeated then he sat
again and looked up at her. She smiled, then leaned down and gave
him the biscuit and patted his head, "Good, puppy...good." She
turned to Katie with a huge smile and
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