Our MC, Sam, and his almost grown son, Ken, only get to spend time together when busy schedules collide. And the generation gap spreads and narrows as Ken moves into his own life. Molly doesn’t care, she has handouts on her beagle brain.
From SINK RATE (What a great Christmas present for the reader in your life. The links are at the top of the page):
Molly gulped her food down and drank the bowl almost dry. She padded around the kitchen and belched, loudly. Ken laughed, “Ladies must mind their manners, missy,” he finished spreading mayo on the bread and folded the turkey and cheese over. He grabbed his dad a beer and took a Sprite for himself. Sam had the wood stove and the fireplace going and the chill was starting to come off the big house.
“Wow, Hazel. That looks good. I’ll run my bags up and be right back. See if the late sports is on. I didn’t get to see the game, remember?” Sam started up the stairs.
“That’s okay. Neither did I. Too busy gawking at this beautiful girl sitting next to me. They replay the whole game at 11:00 on cable,” Ken said over a mouthful of sandwich. He kicked off his shoes and fell into the chair. Molly was up with her front paws on his knees waiting for the sandwich to fall out of his hands.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a go for launch, 5, 4, 3, ignition, 1, liftoff!” Sam yelled from upstairs. With that Ken heard a toilet flush. “God bless Ozzie! It’s a baby toilet. Listen to that wonderful sound!” Ken was startled to see his dad dancing all around the loft and singing, “Oh, when the saints, go flushing in. Oh, when the saints go flushing in…,” Molly looked up at him and tilted her head.
“Hey, Dad, who’s Hazel?”