The Heads of Cerberus II – Georgiann Carlson

“You’re dog’s weird,” he said.

“Is not,” she shot back. “You just have to look at him through loving eyes.”

“I don’t think that will help.”

“He’s a nice dog.”

“Does he have one name, or three?”

“His name is Love Duck.”

“Killer seems more appropriate.”

“He’s very gentle,” she said, huffily. “You’re judging him, and you don’t even know him.”

“He’s a hellhound.”

“So? Can you help what you were born?”

“Not really, but I don’t think being born in hell was an option.”

“How do you know?”

“Where did you get him. It’s not like you can go to a breeder and just ask for one.”

“My uncle gave him to me for my second birthday.”

“You’re uncle?”

“Yes. We’re very close.”

“Does your uncle live in hell?”

“What if he does?”

“Is that blood on Love Duck’s middle mouth?”

“Maybe. They do have to eat, you know.”

“You mean like small cars, dogs and anything made of meat, or metal?”

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

Cerberus growled.

“It’s okay, Love Duck,” she said, patting his back. “He’s just someone who doesn’t appreciate true beauty.”

“Is that who I am?” he asked, grinning at her.

Her eyes turned flaming red and she hissed at him.

“You’re pretty cool,” he said. “Wanna go out Saturday night?”

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