I opened the cabinet and grabbed his food container. “This is none of your business.”
Markie watched me scoop pellets into his dish, his head tilted in the other direction. He looked pleased with himself.
I situated the bowl where he liked it.
Markie climbed down immediately and began eating with focused determination.
I leaned one shoulder against the counter and watched him. “You don’t understand the situation.”
“GUEST.”
“Yes.”
“DOG.”
“No.”
“GUEST DOG.”
“That is not helpful.”
He returned to his food with great enthusiasm.
I rubbed my face. “This may have been a mistake.”
Markie chewed.
“This may have been a huge mistake.”
Crunch.
“I just moved here.”
Crunch.
“I have been in this town for approximately ten minutes.”
Crunch.
“And I’m already sleeping with the first extremely competent mountain man who takes care of me and fixes plumbing.”
Markie looked up. “GOOD PLUMBING.”
I closed my eyes. “This is not a healthy dynamic.”
“GOOD DOG.”
“I’m not keeping him.”
Markie continued eating.
Sighing, I pushed away from the counter. “Finish your breakfast.”
“BREAKFAST.”
“Yes. Eat your breakfast.”
His head lifted slowly, then he tilted it toward the bedroom. “OOOH.”
