My Dog Works Undercover for God
It’s coming between us.
This is Flynn:
He’s watching me eat a Caesar salad with grilled chicken, extra avocado and no red onions.
“No,” I say. “Go away. Stop begging.”
He doesn’t.
“Fuck off,” I say.
He doesn’t.
There are three things you need to know about Flynn.
1 – He’s ridiculously cute.
2 – He’s tiny – four pounds, max, with collar.
3 – He works undercover for God.
This is God:
