ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 132
after fifty? He appraised my body, his eyes returning often to my tight Tshirt, which did show off my best features.
"How is it you know so much about training already?" I asked, my dog,
my eyes, and my mouth under temporary control.
"I've had others," he replied, grinning, "but I need to work her in a
group, where there are distractions."
Now was I right or was I not about this being the perfect place to meet
someone special? I determined to learn the techniques quickly so he'd be
impressed with me.
Class was about to begin. As we tried to line up our dogs, I looked into
those blue eyes again and said, "Thanks a lot. I really appreciate your help."
"Don't mention it," and again he glanced down. He smiled and leaned
toward me. "By the way, I hope you don't mind my mentioning this, but one
of your fingernails is stuck to your shirt."
Numb with horror, I glanced down at a bright red nail, dangling from
my left breast.
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