Dogs know everything. They can look at a man, take in the smallest amount of his scent and tell he's evil
. "There's something wrong with that one," they'd say if a dog growled as a man passed with seemingly innocent intentions
She'd known everything, too
. She could look at a man, take in the smallest amount of his scent
, and not know he'd beat her; burn her; slice into her; scar her; bruise her; and, leave her a sobbing mess in his wake
. Her senses were too weak.
She was too easily fooled by blue eyes and a wide smile.
Then she got Samson.
And when she ran into a friendly face filled with warmth, a voice that reached deep within and made something shudder with need, she brought him home to meet the dog
Watch the one in the blue collar, he won't like you.