"No," she corrected, shifting on the counter. "Ms. Markovicz sent the supplies. The dog was from Mr. Morgenstern." Surely it was intended as a distraction. He hoped to distract her with this living creature while he buried his crime and erased his tracks. But she was smarter than that. She could keep the dog and catch him. Daryl wasn't nearly as limited as he hoped. Which was strange - one would think he had learned by now.
As Jane discussed her friend's dog, Daryl tilted her head to the side. "Very good," she said with a nod. "Then your experience far surpasses my own. However, I am sure that Ms. Markovicz will be willing to dispense advice when needed. And I intend on purchasing books concerning the proper care and training of dogs."
Looking down at the puppy as he ate, Daryl frowned slightly. "I'm not sure," she murmured. The puppy scarfed down the food quickly, tail wag turning into an entire body wag. He was wiggling and shaking as if he were dancing to inaudible music. "Though I agree, he's something quite large. Perhaps a mastiff of sorts?"