Duncan pulled on the end of the leash, just sharply enough to get Mittens’ attention. They had places to be, and if he let her, she’d spend hours sniffing at everything they came across.
The breeder, who had seemed a bit unusual, warned him that this breed had a particularly acute sense of smell, and was easily distracted.
Mittens scented a squirrel, and he pulled hard on the leash. She practically outweighed him, and most days, this contest was an even struggle. She swerved back and wound affectionately around his legs.
She was still best flying shark he’d ever owned.

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