"I know Tucker, we'll be home shortly." She murmured to her damp dog and felt guilty when his ears drooped as if he was sulking. But knowing Tucker, he probably was. She swore that he was a human trapped in his chubby little doggie body. She stopped and bent down to scratch behind his ears, his favorite, and smiled when he seemed to perk up. They rounded the corner and stopped in time to hear the last arguments of a fight. Or at least that's what she assumed it was. Tucker looked up at his mom, his erect and he barked. She jumped at the sudden bark and then nodded. "I know, I know." She tugged on his leash and headed over to where the woman named Cassie was sitting.<br/><br/>She stopped a few feet away and then called out to her, "Hey Cassie. Everything alright." She didn't want to the startle girl and Tucker whined a little to announce their presence or to get his mom to take him back to the truck.