Teez was lying on his bed complaining that it was too windy and that the sounds of the skittering leaves frightened him. Steve was leaning toward being sympathetic but WD was having none of the moaning.
"Come on. I am going. Dad is going. You will be safe." He looked again at Steve and swallowed a whine. White Dog was losing patience. "It is like this," she told him in her "leader" voice, "You have until five then we are going. If you are not leashed you WILL stay her BUT there will be not post walk OR bedtime treats. Your call...one...two..."
She got to "three" before Tizenegy hoisted himself up and followed Steve to the front door.
Teez rushed back into the office after his walk and sat at my feet. "Yes, Lucky Boy, you DO get treats."
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