Chapter 53
“What can you tell me about…what did you say the breed was called? ?nger P?zitor?”
“You pronounce that very well. You’re going to find this hard to believe.”
“Try me.”
“I already have, and you’re delicious.”
I dug my fingers into his side, and he gave a surprised gasp and shied away. “Are you ticklish?”
“Of course I’m not.” But he kept a distance between us.
“You are!” I crowed.
“Tyrell, behave. I have to give you this information, and you’re not making it easy for me.”
“Okay.” I settled Mina on my lap and sat with my hands folded on her. “I’ll be good.”
“Indeed.” He watched me warily, but when I didn’t do anything, he relaxed a bit.
My fingers twitched with the urge to tickle him again, but I did want to know more about my puppy.
“All right, now pay attention. ?nger P?zitorsas a breed are more than seven hundred years old. They were originally developed in the late fourteenth century. A handful of families in Romania have survived to raise these dogs.”