So it was decided. The grandparents were off doing their thing, probably the pub. Whenever grandpa had to spend any time with grandma, he would take her to the pub and get viciously drunk. But, at least they were gone and he was ready for his walk in the park.
Puddle's eyes were following the leash hazily.
It was around his neck in a quick jerk. Henry was proud of this one accomplishment. Before Puddle had gotten so feeble, he had snapped at Henry catching his hand. Henry still had scars from this incident.
"Dang dog," he grumbled. Henry pulled Puddle to his feet and dragged him to the door.
The dog truly wanted to go out for a walk. It had been years since anyone had taken the time or the energy in allowing the dog time to sniff the grass, trees, and fire hydrants. Puddle didn't even know what a fire hydrant was anymore.
The door opened squeakily as Henry pushed against it. It was hard to open the door and hold the leash. Puddle banged against Henry's legs almost causing Henry to fall.
Henry's plans would be finished if he couldn't get the dang dog out the door. The dog had to be a hundred pounds.
Finally, they were on the porch. Puddle collapsed. Never in a million years would Henry be able to get that dog to the park. Never in a million years would he be able to slip that mickey into a drink. Never in a million years would he be able to get a girl in the most intimate of ways. Never.
Puddle groaned. A yellow puddle spread across the porch and covered Henry's polished shoes.
"Eh," said a husky female voice. "Do you need some help there?"