chapter 3

He honestly acted, maximum of the time, like he were tamed.

She continues considering the manner he is been looking her as she pulls in to the grocery store. She receives a huge box of hamburger, a few moist canine meals, a few dry canine meals, and some extra matters she needed. Salad, spaghetti sauce, a few frozen vegetables, potato chips. She exams out then stops to select out up a six % of beer.

A little extra than 1/2 of an hour; the canine meals choice had taken the maximum time. A forestall on the ATM after which lower back home.

She was hoping he hadn't lingered withinside the road. She failed to need him to get hit.

He's simply began out dozing, inhaling her scent, while he hears the automobile sluggish and pull into the storage.

As he struggles as much as exit to the storage he hears the door come down. Damn.

Around the side of the house he sees her carrying bags inside. He pushes inside as she opens the door. "Emmat!"

He stops, turns, and looks at her with sad brown eyes.

"I was going to let you back in. You needn`t be so impatient." He whines, still with the sad face as she deposits the groceries on the counter.

He watches her move as the vegetables go in the freezer and the beer, burger, and salad go into the fridge.

She starts, smiles, and turns as the doorbell rings.

She opens the door.

Ronnie's here. She hadn't seen him in days.

She opened the front door wide and put her in his arms and kissed him.

A growl from behind stops them both. “Emmit, please. This is Ronnie. He was here first."

He was very upset with the wool and everything.

It was a male who smelled upstairs. Here. Touches her. Invading his territory. Without a second thought, a growl echoed in his chest.

"What, Lisa! When did you have a dog?"

It was a big animal and Ronnie didn't like dogs very much.

"He showed up on the back porch last night and got hurt. I was just taking care of him.

"Are you sick?" Ronnie looks at the dog cautiously. What is he doing at home? He could get rabies. Oh my God, Lisa, aren't you? Emmat continues to growl while he continues to stand in the doorway.

"Okay, it just hurts." She turned and said, "Shut up, Emmat, or you'll be gone." She looks at him meaningfully.

Emmat gasps and lies on her front paws. But his eyes are glued on Ronnie.

"It doesn't like me. I'm not coming in until you get it out."

"Oh, god, Ronnie, he just has to get to know you. C'mon in. I just put the beer away and the steaks are marinating right now. Let's sit back and tell us how the work went."

"Oh, I brought them too." Ronnie picked up six more and she got a little annoyed, took them out of him and put them in the fridge.

She put them on the front door "Come on," she grabs his arm and drags him across the house to the back door Ronnie stays on the other side of Lissa and bounces when Emmat wakes up, she leaves the screen unlocked Emmat pushes through the back door. As they sit on the bench, Emmat goes over to the blanket and lays down, watching them, particularly him.

They talk for a little while, then Ronnie says, "Hey, babe, I could really use a beer."

With an exhale, she rises and goes into the house.

Ronnie stares at Emmat. Emmat stares back at Ronnie. Emmat starts to rise and the hair along his spine goes up as Lyssa comes back out. "OK, you two, stop it!"

Ronnie mumbles, "I didn't do anything." as he takes the beer.

"So, the plant manager was a real goon, huh?"

They sit, and talk, and Emmat watches.

He takes off his jean jacket as the weather warms and she brings out the potato chips and two more beers. Emmat's nose goes up for a sniff.

They talk a bit more. He asks a few questions about her week, but her data entry work isn't as exciting as his. After drinking

beer, she looks at her watch. "She's probably going to have to start baking," she said.

Ronnie stands and burps. "Okay, I'll take care of it."

As he leaves, she notices that the bowl of water near Emmat's head is almost empty. She approaches and grabs it and throws the rest away by the veranda. “Give me some more water.” She stroked his hair. "It's okay, okay? Leave Ronnie alone." he sees her "For me?" he whines

When the bowl of fresh water is taken out, Emma gets up and drinks the water. It puts more pressure on the hind legs.

Ronnie looks up and sprays lighter liquid on the charcoal. "Hey, I can drink more beer." He crumples the can and drops it.

Great. She had to hide the six pack she bought. He was about to get drunk.

He sighs and goes in for another beer. He will be angry if she doesn't bring it to him.

When she returns with her beer, Emmat leaves the veranda and walks towards the edge of the tree. There is a whistle as the lights come on. She was surprised that Emmat wasn't in a rush towards the fire. Despite the slight bouncing, he continues to walk back calmly.

Ronnie grabs her beer and gives her a quick kiss of her. "Thank you, babe."

Emma's hair rises slightly, but continues walking. He marks the rock again in the corner, adds incense from there, and marks another tree in the middle. Stepping aside, he again splashes the residue on the fence post. His injured leg was getting better.

Watch from the courtyard for a moment. She brings him another jar and he quickly kisses her on the cheek. Here's another growl. He is not sure how long he will be able to stand by his side with another man.

But he was unwell and she invited another man.

She gets up with the jar and speaks to him as they watch the lights go out.

He grumbled and approached her and pushed her arm.

A hairy snout pokes her hand and she twitches. She jumps a little and spills beer. It fell on his and her hands and her hands. “Oh my God, Emma. you surprised me

"Emmit? Did you name it?"

Ronnie watches with interest as Emmat's tongue works over the beer on the spout. He then licks it off her hand and arm.

“Hey, look at this! I like beer."

"Hey, Ronnie. Yes, many animals do." Lissa pats him blankly.

They sit and talk more while waiting for the coal to be ready.

Emmat sits on the blanket and looks at the clock.

I like Ronnie's arms around her. But we will have to wait to drive out this intruder. It will be fully implemented in a few days. Another test coal for the

grill is considered ready.

So she goes inside to eat potatoes and meat. He follows her and calls "my beer is empty."

She grunts out of breath. “The first night with me, you were totally drunk.”

She takes out a tray and beer and finds him peeing in the corner of the house. "Damn, Ronnie! Inside, there are 10 steps to the bathroom."

"I'm sorry, babe, when you have to go, you have to go. Right, dog?" He puts his pants back on and looked at Emma.

She puts food on the grill and puts the potatoes on the fire.

As he approaches the meat, she says, "Go and wash your hands."

He Grabs a beer and her, he says in her ear, "Why? Your mouth has been there before and it doesn't matter."

She backs away. "You're that ass."

Emmat sniffs the air resolutely. He smells the meat. He also begins masculine awakening. Smell

Now he is very unhappy. First, the male had marked the corner of the house as his territory, and now, he was showing sexual urges for the female Emmat was after.

He wanted nothing more than to take a chunk out of him and drive him off.

However, he had to be mindful of the female. She wasn't his kind. But, she had fed him, treated him, put hands on him. She seemed content to let him stay here.

It was irrational for him to think that no one would smell her. But who she was, he couldn't follow her instincts.

In her voice and posture, he noticed her annoyance towards men. His hour will come.

Ronnie turned the potatoes and covered the grill again while he looked at the meat. "Hey, no corn?"

Lyssa comes back out with plates and silverware. "Corn didn't look any good. I'm gonna make a salad."

She turns to walk inside and he eyes Emmat. Under his breath he mumbles, "So, you like beer, huh?"

Ronnie goes inside after her and Emmat follows.

She is in the bathroom and he sees a dog standing near the toilet. He drinks two more cans of beer and goes out. "It will be fun".

He drains the water, pours a can of cold beer and pours the rest of the hot beer.

Open the last can and drink half.

Then remove the lid of the grill and add the meat.

His cell phone rings.

As she leaves the bathroom, she is surprised to see Emmat at the door. - Five! Hey, you didn't want to be out with Ronnie, did you?

"Well, he's acting like a fool to you." She crouches and grabs his muzzle and moves her hands up and down his head and back. "You won't hurt me, will you?"

In answer, he licks her face.

After a few seconds she fights him. "Good. It's okay. I need to make a salad."

She rips lettuce, chops carrots, onions, cucumbers and tomatoes, and gathers her lettuce.

She comes out balancing a bowl of salad and grabbing a few bottles of sauce, kicking her screen door with her ass. - Come on, M.

Ronnie roams her backyard, lively chatting with her and drinking her beer.

He lifted the jar to her, indicating that he wanted something else, and she gave him a dirty look.

She checks the grill first. He did not turn the meat over. Garbage. Now we passed on the first aspect. She also turns the potatoes over and goes home.

Emmat drinks from the bowl.

There is only half beer left, but it's warm, so I'm coming to buy two more.

The first 6 jars are missing. He's already drunk five bottles of beer. Damn it, Ronnie.

She goes out into the street with a long, painful face. She puts his drink down on the table, opens the lid and takes a sip.

She checks the grill and arranges food on her plate. Then she comes to the table and sits down. It takes a minute for him to notice.

"Hey, Jerry, gotta go." He flips the phone shut and walks over.

"Jerry`s gonna have a bunch of people over for the game tomorrow. He invited us. I said we'd be there."

"I'm not going."

"Sure you are. You like football."

"I don't need to watch you and your friends get drunk again."

"Everybody drinks when you're watching a game! C'mon, Lyssa, it'll be fun."

"For you. I don't want to go."

"C'mon, I just got back. I want to spend some time with you."

"That's not spending time with me. That's hanging out with your friends, having us bring you food, and the bunch of you getting loaded. No, thanks."

"Jesus, Lyssa, what's with you?"

His phone rings again as they're eating. Emmat has settled down at her feet.

"Hey Joe, what's going on?...I don't know, Lisa is acting like a bitch...I don't know, she might be wearing a rag."

Food is spoiled. She liked her meat on the rare side. This was closer to well done. The potatoes were crunchy on the one side. Ronnie was well on his way to getting really drunk and he wasn't paying any attention to her.

And, he wanted them to go over to Jerry's tomorrow so the guys could get drunk again.

The phone slams shut and starts eating. The steak is already cold and hard on one side.

"They get angry that we're not coming."

She takes a deep breath and counts to ten. Then she counts to ten again.

She calmly says, "I never said you couldn't go."

"Come with me."

It's really boring. Every time they go to Jerry's, the guys get very drunk. The sound grew louder. they became offended. Joe proposed to her one night after her Ronnie passed out and groped her. When she told Ronnie about it, he laughed and said that she had imagined everything. Of course, Joe denied this.