The soapy, wet rags danced across my front windshield as I drove into the carwash. Instantly, my 90-pound German Sheppard leapt from the back to the front seat. His big brown eyes screamed at me, “Dad, what’s that?”
“It’s okay Comet.” I stroked his head as the car darkened.
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