A Protectors Family Christmas (The Protectors)

Ronan

“I’m telling you, it needs to go down here,” was the first thing I heard a heavy voice say as I walked down the narrow hallway leading to what I knew was the kitchen near the back of the house.

Baby, the Rottweiler, had met me at the door, but hadn’t barked when I’d knocked and when I’d finally opened it after there was no answer, the big dog had wiggled his butt in excitement and then had begun sniffing my pockets, presumably for the hot dogs he so loved and that visitors often made a habit of sneaking him.

“No, they’ll take him down for sure if it happens here…he’s got no advantage.”