Callaway smiled softly as he stared over at Parker. He couldn't get enough of his face. Once Dog had finished his business, he went and grabbed the little scooper and one of the trash bags from the pet waste barrel. Callaway was always respectful of those sorts of rules, and once everything was done he led the way back inside.
The place looked the same, save for the spare room that housed all of Parker's things. And Christmas gifts, and birthday gifts. One of each for every year that had gone by.
"Are you hungry? Do you want to change? I have your things here," he said once he'd unleashed the dog.
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