“Becca, his short legged, long bodied cow dog crept out from under the porch and grinned at him. Her long pink tongue lolled from one side of her mouth. Theo crouched and tugged one of the dog’s oversized triangular ears. “You should be in the barn, helping Dad and the rest of the crew with the cows.” Becca stared at him, her thoughts clear in her mismatched eyes. If he wasn’t working, neither was she.”
