I was getting tired of Wendy staring at me.

“If you have something to say, say it,” I turned to her and pinned her with what I hope was an authoritative glare.

Wendy wasn’t fazed and simply said, “Nothing.” Liar.

“Lying to your Luna is bad, Wendy. Are you going to set a bad example for the pups?” She made it a point to look very interested in the baskets full of food we had the kitchen prepare for our outing. Defeated, I turned away and looked back to walking ...