20 Bitter Games, Bitter Ends

Since the vet had given his advice, Damon planned to take it seriously. He then made a last-minute arrangement to take Rocky for a walk. Lia could not understand this at all. Rocky seemed a bit resentful toward Damon. Even though he was on a leash, he walked slowly and showed no enthusiasm. “Rocky?” Damon tried calling, but he did not get a response. Lia walked far behind them, merely observing Damon and Rocky. The two of them looked quite comical. “Does Rocky have any favorite games?” Damon suddenly stopped and turned to ask Lia. Lia was lost in thought. Upon hearing Damon’s question, she thought for a moment. “Fetch. You throw a ball, and Rocky goes and fetches it. If he brings it back within 30 seconds, you reward him. Rocky loves this game.” “Fetch?” Damon contemplated for a while. “Can we use these?” Lia looked at the bag of colorful balls with different textures inside the bag that Damon had opened. “When’d you buy these?” Lia could not help but laugh. “Just now at the