Chapter 29

Cassandra

"Didn't you say that it was a smaller, older dog?" Tarra asks with a pointed look.

"Yeah, so?"

With a wry grin, Tarra comes to a complete stop with the grocery cart and looks down, raising her brow. "This is a bit much, don't you think? And, if it's a smaller dog, do you really think it will be able to lift that with his tiny mouth?"

I look down at the enormous dog bone in my hands and picture the dog trying to eat it. Sighing, knowing that she is right, I put it back and then look back to the cart. A heap of dog stuff forms a small mountain.

Food, dog bowls, a bed, treats, toys, a collar, and a leash; yup, I may have gone a little overboard.

"Let's go, I just want you to see him. He is so adorable," I gush.

We walk to the front of the grocery store, avoiding cashier nine, where Faith is currently scanning items and ringing up the total for her current customer. Once we scan everything and walk out, after