We’d stepped outside and begun exploring the yard, when suddenly chaos broke out. Tucker had gotten loose from his leash.
Sheila Porter was selling a sprawling three-story home that I thought Gavi and Hadassah Gutman would love. One Sunday, we headed over there together. I knew Sheila owned a little poodle and I also knew that Hadassah Gutman was terrified of dogs, so I called Sheila on our way over.
“No worries, Nicky,” she said breezily. “Tucker is out here with us in the backyard — I have some friends over. Let yourself in, see the house, and when you’re ready to view the yard, let me know and I’ll put my cutie on a leash.”
We slowly explored the house, Gavi and Hadassah exclaiming over the sun-drenched kitchen, the finished basement, and the spacious dining room. Finally, we’d seen everything, and the couple wanted to see the grounds and the pool.
I knocked on the window, gesturing to Sheila. She nodded, ambled over to her dog, and snapped a leash around his neck. A young boy, around ten, took the leash as he pet the dog.
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