The Dog Walker Affair

Summary

While I was walking Caramel, he darted off with a confident sense of purpose, making a beeline for the 22nd floor of the building next to ours. He stopped at apartment 2201, his tail wagging furiously. I was still trying to process it when the door opened.

A pretty girl in slippers appeared.

She knelt and joyfully ruffled Caramel’s fur, then looked up at me. “You must be the courier. Just tell Leo I’ll take good care of his dog.”

She turned back to the golden retriever. “Come on, sweetie. Mommy’s making you a venison salad today.”