The red Volkswagen Beetle pulled up at the gate. Mary sat reading on the porch, with a black retriever on the floor, his tail curled up and his belly heaving in massive breaths. She didn’t look up at the man who walked towards her.
“Hello Mom,” he paused for her acknowledgement. The dog had lifted his head, curious, but seeing an impassive Mary, remained seated.
“Hello Jason. How’re Carol and the kids?”
“Great! The twins love the new house — plenty of space.” He smiled sitting down next to his mother. “Oh, you got a dog since we moved out. Is it wild?”
“A little,” Mary replied stroking the dog. “But Jerry sure won’t bite the hand that fed him.”