Previously: “Horses with a sense of humor, Pepper-Poodle? Who knew?”
“Wonders never cease, Daisy Legs,” Poodle laughed.
“Well,” Chatan whinnied, “I didn’t think canines were intelligent enough to gain sentience.”
“And yet, your human has spoken with my big sister, Cujo,” Daisy was just a bit sardonic (while smiling crookedly—just like big sister), “Your human, Grey Wolf must not have shared that with you.”
“Touché,” Chatan replied, “Sister, you say? She is not all Beagle—different sires?”
“No, different parents altogether. She’s sixteen years older than I am.”
“How old are you?”
“Eight—soon to be nine.”
“Canines do not usually live 25 years.”
“Oh—she’s been dead—for the past twelve years, in fact. I never met her in life.”
The look on Chatan’s face was priceless.
“While our four-legged friends, both new and old get to know one-another, we should plan our approach to Fort Savage,” Jay had concerns—who wouldn’t, GENTLE READER?