So the kid finally noticed the dog was missing. Sano doubted that Mishima was fast enough to catch whatever kind of dog he decided to chase, whether it be mutt or purebred.
Giving the area a quick visual scan, looking for movement, for a glimpse of a recognizable coat color, it wasn’t long before the former mission specialist zeroed in on his target, who was just romping around the corner of a building on the next block.
Sano leaped into action, giving chase, his long legs flying over the pavement, almost as if he was carried by the wind. Making a beeline to where he’d last seen the animal, he whipped around the corner only to be confronted with a dog, nose in a fast food container from Bakufu Burgers trying to lick every drop of anything edible from the box.
Sano just stood there and laughed. The dog was busted by his stomach, reminding the man of the times when he’d let the need to find some grub cloud his thinking, too. “Party’s over, bud.” Slipping off his belt, Sano made a loop and put it around the dog’s neck. Grabbing the end, using it as a short leash, he gave a little tug.
“Come on you --mutt, purebred or whatever you are. You got a kid waitin’ on you who’s terrified that he’s gon’na catch hell over your errant behavior, if somebody named Lee-san finds out about this.”
With that, Sano returned to where he’d left the newspaper kid, hoping the kid was still there, ‘cause the last thing Sano needed was to dog-sit for the rest of the day.
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Giving the area a quick visual scan, looking for movement, for a glimpse of a recognizable coat color, it wasn’t long before the former mission specialist zeroed in on his target, who was just romping around the corner of a building on the next block.
Sano leaped into action, giving chase, his long legs flying over the pavement, almost as if he was carried by the wind. Making a beeline to where he’d last seen the animal, he whipped around the corner only to be confronted with a dog, nose in a fast food container from Bakufu Burgers trying to lick every drop of anything edible from the box.
Sano just stood there and laughed. The dog was busted by his stomach, reminding the man of the times when he’d let the need to find some grub cloud his thinking, too. “Party’s over, bud.” Slipping off his belt, Sano made a loop and put it around the dog’s neck. Grabbing the end, using it as a short leash, he gave a little tug.
“Come on you --mutt, purebred or whatever you are. You got a kid waitin’ on you who’s terrified that he’s gon’na catch hell over your errant behavior, if somebody named Lee-san finds out about this.”
With that, Sano returned to where he’d left the newspaper kid, hoping the kid was still there, ‘cause the last thing Sano needed was to dog-sit for the rest of the day.