Dog sitting Hawk

Scarolina Uncle Rob and Aunt Missy are staring at me, their arms crossed, eyes wide, and mouths agape. Oh crap, I’m screwed, I think as I take in the glare of their eyes. “Welcome home,” I said, trying to force out a chuckle. ***** Earlier That Day. I sat reading a magazine as Hawk kept staring at me from the floor, his bright blue eyes were piercing. It had stopped raining just as I got to the house to walk

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