"There is nothing to worry about, my dear." He said ,getting in the car and turning it on. "But I think we have run out of time." he was looking at his watch. "The store I wanted to get equipment is close by now." he looked at her. "I am sorry, Buffy. Perhaps tomorrow."
He felt bad for not getting her the one thing, well next to pants, the one thing she most wanted. He supposed he could take her to an open area and let her run...then again that sounded liked what a dog owner would do.