When he flushed the toilet, he heard Sadie’s claws on the hardwood floor as she scrambled to her feet. With a groan, Vic slowly opened the bathroom door—he only got it a few inches before Sadie’s golden snout shoved into the crack.
“Sit,” Vic commanded. Sadie disappeared immediately.
At least she listened to him. He opened the door fully to find her sitting on the floor, tail sweeping across the hardwood and wrinkling the throw rug in its path. When she saw Vic frown at her, Sadie barked softly. The dog was as bad as Matt, and, unfortunately for Vic, he couldn’t stay mad with either for long. “Just calm down,” he muttered, scratching behind the dog’s ears as he headed down the hall toward the kitchen. “It’s too early for this shit.”