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"Bouncer? Bouncer, where are you?" Logan Howlett wandered through the park, shouting, "Bouncer? Goddamn dog! Where the hell have you gone?"
He was starting to get worried now. His niece was going to kill him if he had lost her dog.
"Crap." He muttered, "I'm gonna be killed by an eight year old." He wandered through the park for a few more minutes, shouting for the dog.
No luck. The dog was gone.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, ready to phone Jean and tell her that he had lost her daughter's dog, when he bumped into someone. Well, more smacked into them than bumped.
"Ah, crap." He stuck out his hand to help the man off of the floor, "You ok, man?" It was only once the man was standing that he noticed that the younger man was holding a dog. The exact same dog that Logan had been looking for throughout the day. "Hey, you found my dog. Well, not my dog, she's my nieces dog."
"Oh, um, yes. I figured that the dog was probably yours, considering all the shouting that's been going on."
Logan smiled at the other man, "Thank you so much, my niece would have thrown a fit if she thought I'd lost her dog. I'm sorry, I'm being rude, I didn't even ask your name or introduce myself, anyway, I'm Logan. Let me buy you a coffee as thanks? "
"Hank, and really, it was no trouble."
"Well then, Hank, I insist. Even if you think its no trouble, you've saved me from getting my ass kicked by an eight year old."
Hank laughed and smiled before replying with, "Ok then, if you insist."