"Fetch, Buster," she called. "Fetch." I watched the dog pounce on the stick and carry it back. Hannah held out her hand. "Give it to me, sir." Buster shook his head and wagged his tail. He wasn't going to surrender the stick. Nothing could make him open his mouth. Hannah laughed. "Silly old thing. Just wait till Andrew's well enough to play. He'll make you obey!" I didn't like the sound of that. Would I be expected to order Buster around? He was at least twice the size of Binky. And his teeth--they must be enormous, as sharp as a wolf's. If he wanted a stick, I wasn't going to take it away from him. Just looking at him scared me." --