“So if he like runs away or something I can just press this and it will like give me the GPS location on my cell phone?”
“Yes maam. Your dog is now wired!”
The man with the “Tucker” name tag handed her chihuahua back across the counter.
“Great. Well, thanks a lot. Don’t know when my little snubkins is gonna feel indipendant and all. I mean he’s real smart and everything – but he does like to climb outta my purse now and then.” She smiled.
“Yes, I’m sure he does. Thanks for your business maam. Call if you have anymore questions.” Tucker turned away and pulled his Marlboros from his chest pocket. He needed a smoke after an hour and a half with that bleached broad.
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