"Do you think he's dangerous?"
"Ron, you mean? Or Cooper? Down, Cooper." I pushed the Lab's massive yellow paw from my bare leg. With a big-eyed look that meant "just this once," he curled up under my bar stool, nose on my sandal. I loved Cooper. He was the only one whose feet were bigger than mine, and he might just have hated Ron as much as I did. I took a sip of my ill-advised third glass of Shiraz and looked across the bar at Errol. Gave him a "one more" signal.
"I know, you mean Ron," I said to Jess. "And no, he's not dangerous. He's just a jerk."
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