One hundred and eighteen: They are all crazy!

A big vase with green and red flowers sticking out of it stood at a corner of the flamboyant living room. Wagging its tail, a pup Siberian husky with shades of white and black mixed together to form its rich fur ran across the living room, chasing a small pink ball that rolled past the center glass table.

With a small bark, it instructed Tara to lift her leg from the way so it could continue to chase its ball which she did immediately with a big smile on her face.

As soon as it had its way and left, Tara let a frown return to her face. The soft white sofa she was sitting on wasn't comforting enough for her to wear a smile.

Her eyes were fixed on the fine young man that kept parading about in the living room, muttering things to himself and not even sharing her as much as a glance. Instead, he'd look at the cheerful pup playing about with its ball, not minding him or Tara.

She began to grow impatient. Why did he call her over if he was just going to keep parading like a soldier on du