As of now I live in Brendon’s guest room on a very small and uncomfortable air mattress. Right now all three of Brendon’s dogs are climbing on me and my laptop. Soon Hobo will be over for many play-dates and bbq’s. This one is called Bogart.
When Sarah got back from the dog park, she could hardly hold back her giggles. Brendon raised an eyebrow in question. “Penny”, she informed him and her voice sounded like a proud mother, “Penny Lane has found herself a little girlfriend!”
Brendon glanced at their French Bulldog and she seemed to be grinning at him. He picked her up and cuddled her with barely subdued excitement. “You’re all grown up now, aren’t you?”
Sarah eagerly narrated the story of how she’d met a guy while she’d been playing with the dogs and how Dottie had apparently fallen in love with his dog. “It was so adorable. They were totally inseparable!” she gushed. “I didn’t get the guy’s name though. Don’t think I’ve seen him before, but maybe he was a fan. He seemed to recognize me.”
Well, of course Brendon wanted to take the dogs the next time. Parental responsibility- meeting your kid’s significant other and all. Or maybe he just wanted to play with a cute dog. Soon enough, a guy walked by with a droopy eared Bassett hound on a leash. He was clad in a leather jacket and skinny jeans and his face, though partially obscured by his dark sunglasses seemed strangely familiar.. but Brendon was quickly distracted by the way Penny started tugging on her leash. Her girlfriend, responded with a pleased bark. Bogart, Brendon’s older dog, was probably rolling his eyes at the blatant PDA.
The other man watched the yapping dogs bounding around eachother with a little smile on his face. And Brendon.. Brendon was pretty sure he knew that smile.
“A pretty pair of girls, aren’t they? ”, he looked at the guy curiously, “What’s she called?”
The man stared at him and Brendon couldn’t see past his Ray Bans, couldn’t understand what he was thinking. But when he spoke, the man’s voice was low and his smile tired.