Sam nodded, stepping up onto the curb again. "So will I," he admitted, "I don't really like it. I don't think anyone would really like it." It wasn't a comfortable place to be in.
Cricket suddenly bolted forward, steering him through the grass and snow, causing him to pull his arm away from Heather as he stumbled forward again. Ah, a squirrel. That was gonna be a problem. Tightening his hold on the leash, Sam shook his head and pulled her back toward him. "Jeez, you can't leave the poor little guy alone?"