He heard a low, faint growl and looked toward the end of the couch to see that little blond-and-white dog baring his teeth. The little bastard was wearing a tutu. "You bite me again, we're going to have cocker spaniel soup," he said by way of warning. Harry pranced away. "By the way, you look ridiculous," Sean called after him. "Who are you talking to?" Franci asked as she came into the room. "Harry. He hates me. Animals usually like me-what's his problem?" "Maybe he just doesn't trust you," she offered.
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