Chapter 9

“You think we could move our little one to that bed I got for her and then we could spread a little Christmas cheer of another kind?” Hank wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“I guess that would be all right,” Brad replied, feeling a slight tightness in his groin.

Carefully Brad scooped up the sleeping puppy, turned on his other side and deposited her in the doggie bed next to the men’s queen. She stretched, yawned, curled up, and immediately went back to sleep.

Brad looked down at her for a minute and smiled. Then, turning back to Hank, said, “We tuckered her out tonight didn’t we?” The men had played with the little tyke for quite awhile before going to bed. They even took her for a short walk using the new leash Hank had gotten her. Not that she quite knew how to walk on a leash, but they tried.

Greta spent most of the time playing tug-of-war and rolling on the ground.