Chapter 33
NORA
FROM THE WAY EVERYONE TALKED, I feared working with Pete would be difficult. To be honest, the whole situation still scared me shitless, and sometimes Pete still got to me. What I found after being with him for a little bit was that he responded a lot like Pookie, my old family dog.
Pookie had been an asshole, but I loved him to bits. My father threatened to take him to a shelter, but I didn't want that to happen. What he said in our house went. That's why I took all my allowance money at nine and hired the best trainer in Las Vegas. Brent came and taught me how to manage my dog. I became the Pookie tamer.
I didn't mean to treat Pete like my former dog, but the noise I used for training him came out of my mouth by habit. As soon as it did, Pete looked to me and waited for a command, and that's when it clicked. I was golden. I might have been terrified when I first showed up, but after that, I was certain I had it in the bag.