"Oh boy. Lemme guess. He's a leg-humper, isn't he."

Reason No. 4450542 why she didn't like dogs. One of the blessings she counted every single night was that Cujo didn't appear to know what mating was and the closest he got to humping legs was trying to crawl into her lap.

But then she pauses, brow furrowing.

"Recruited?"

She doesn't yet realize that Jennies were yanking people off the streets-- believe it or not, THIS little delinquent actually volunteered.