“Come with me my love on an adventure that will surpass all adventures,” he said to her with his rich masculine voice, and his dreamy brown eyes.
This was not the adventure she had expected.
She looked at her dog, a five year old, ninety-six pound German Shepard named Joe. “I suppose you want me to take you to the dog park.”
“Yes, come with me my love and I will chase balls, sniff butts, and act a fool, and you my love, my only, my queen can take me there.”
“Because you can’t drive.”
“I am but a dog. You are a woman of great power and the keeper of transportation.”
She heard a noise and turned her head. Joe turned his head at the same time.
Her husband stood in the doorway to the kitchen where she and Joe were talking.
He gasped as he looked at his wife and dog. “Joe can talk?”
“Yeah, and he can hold three tennis balls in his mouth at the same time. He’s a smart dog. Put your shoes on if you want to go with us.”