His Mother

Portia

"Jesus!" I'm startled at the look of the very large and very excited German Shepherd that comes through the door.

Callahan turns to look at me with a grin on his face-asshole which is gone the instant the giant hound sniffs me then sets his head on my lap, tail wagging like we're old friends.

I admit, this is a scary looking dog but they're usually the sweetest. It's the little fuckers you have to watch for. I still remember a friend's yappy poodle chasing me around the dining room table on my first visit to her house when I was barely five.

"Well, hi there. What's your name, sweetie?" I ask him in a voice that makes Callahan roll his eyes as I lean down to cuddle the dog.

Callahan mutters something under his breath. I don't hear what it is, but he sounds annoyed. Good.

"Cerberus. Here." He points beside him, but Callahan nuzzles his nose into my hair behind my ear. "Christ," he mutters and tugs the dog away. “Sit."

"Hey!"

The dog whines but sits, just barely, tail still waggin