Bear closed the fence behind him, and lit a cigarette. The dog pulled at the leash, so he dropped it, and started walking down the back alley. He heard yelling and stopped at the fence. “Marriage, right?” he said to the dog, who stopped sniffing at a particular patch of the ground and cocked his head. “Ok, come on.”
They made it to the end of the alley and made to circle back.
A car turned in behind them. Bear called the dog over, but the damn thing took off running. Somewhere off to the side, a door slammed shut.