There was another gleeful bark from Thatcher, head down, paws out, tail going like a dynamo. Monty heaved a very put-upon sigh as he trundled to his feet to nose at her side again, toppling her right over with a squeak.
Bobby chuckled, both at the dogs and at Robbie's question, "I think I'll survive it. Just as long as I don't get any 'told you so's whenever this place goes crazy, since people keep saying it does and I ain't seen it yet."