Chapter 15

Instead of holing up in my office to work like I usually did, I grabbed my laptop and headed back to the living room. It was less comfortable to work this way, but I was reluctant to leave the dog alone. Aldo wasn’t prone to pouting, but the only time he’d had anesthesia before was when he’d been neutered, and I wanted to be there if he had an adverse reaction. So I sat and worked, and Aldo napped and ignored me. Until he needed to go outside.

Glancing at the clock and seeing it was nearly time for Tru to swing by, I took Aldo to the front yard instead of the back. We were still out there fifteen minutes later when Tru and Fawkes sauntered up.

“Hey! How’s it—what’s wrong?”

I tried for a smile. “He’s…having trouble.”

Tru squeezed my forearm. “He was under anesthesia. That sometimes takes a while to work through the body and occasionally makes systems slow. He might have to try a few times and it might be a little bit before he can go.”