
Belongings went flying as Ally threw out her arms and attempted to catch herself.
Another high-pitched yelp followed, plus the scrambling of feet on linoleum then a second crash as something hit the opposite wall.
Ally flipped on the light.
Found herself face-to-face with Duchess.
Only this time, instead of looking ferocious, the golden retriever looked hurt and stunned. And to Ally’s surprise, very, very sad.
What was it Hank had said? You’ll both feel better if you take the time to make friends with Duchess. Pet her, talk to her, show her a little kindness…
Ally supposed there was no time like the present to call a truce, especially since the two of them were alone. The last thing she wanted was to get bitten by a dog again.
Swallowing, Ally hunkered down the way she had seen Hank do. Trembling with apprehension, she held out her hand and took a deep, bolstering breath. “I’m sorry, girl. I didn’t know you were in here.” Which was something else she’d have to talk to Hank about. She had expected him to leave Duchess in his bedroom, not downstairs…
Her back against the wall, the dog stared at Ally and remained very still.
Ally gulped. Determined to establish peace with the lost animal, she forced herself to move closer and continue to offer her palm. After another long hesitation, Duchess dipped her head slightly and delicately sniffed Ally’s skin.
Then she lifted her head and looked into Ally’s eyes, seeming to want peace between them, too.
Which meant, Ally knew, she had to take the next step and pet the dog, too.
With Duchess watching as cautiously as Ally was watching her, she moved her hand once again.
Ally gently stroked first one paw, then the entire leg, before ever so tenderly moving her hand to the dog’s chest, and then the sensitive spot behind her long, floppy ear. Oddly enough, the action was almost as soothing to Ally as it was to the canine. Noting how good Duchess looked with her clean, silky-soft coat, and dark liquid eyes, Ally smiled. And could have sworn the dog smiled back at her.
