Meet Peefur: The Irish Wolfhound Who Runs the Lansky House 🐾

Because bad weather is coming and you might need a smile...

With All In releasing January 31, I thought it would be fun to introduce you to the key characters one at a time.

And of course…we’re starting with Peefur.

He’s an Irish Wolfhound mix with a heart the size of Missouri and a face that says, I will protect my people, but I will also judge your snack choices.

Here’s a short free read for you:

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PEEFUR: A SHORT FREE READ

Peefur had one rule about mornings:

A man could be late.
A man could be grumpy.
A man could even forget where he’d put his keys.

But a man could not—under any circumstances—pretend a dog did not exist.

Brick Lansky stumbled into the kitchen with his phone in one hand and half a sock in the other. His hair looked like it had been arguing with his pillow all night…and the pillow had won.

He stared blankly at the coffeemaker like it had personally betrayed him.

Peefur sat in the doorway, enormous and patient, the way a king might wait for a servant to remember their place.

Brick walked past.

Peefur did not move.

Brick opened the refrigerator, peered inside, and sighed.

Peefur still did not move.

Brick closed the refrigerator.

Peefur’s gaze sharpened. His eyebrows didn’t exactly lower, but the spirit of the eyebrow-lowering was there.

Brick finally looked down.

“Oh.” Brick blinked. “You’re here.”

Peefur did not wag. Wagging was for amateurs. Wagging was for dogs who begged.

Peefur allowed.

Brick cleared his throat as if addressing a board meeting. “Good morning.”

Peefur sat.

Brick frowned. “I said good morning.”

Peefur remained sitting.

Brick tried again, this time in a tone that carried the faintest hint of proper respect. “Good morning, Peefur.”

Peefur rose, stepped forward, and pressed his massive head against Brick’s leg like a velvet battering ram.

Brick’s shoulders dropped. His face softened.

“There you go,” Brick murmured. “That’s what you wanted.”

Peefur leaned harder.

Brick laughed quietly and scratched behind Peefur’s ears, finding the exact spot that made the dog’s eyes drift shut like a happy old soul settling into a favorite chair.

“You know,” Brick said, “most dogs are pleased with a pat.”

Peefur’s expression clearly said: Most dogs have low standards.

Brick scratched a little longer, then crouched and rested his forehead briefly against Peefur’s.

It looked ridiculous—this big, broad man and this bigger, broader dog having a moment in the kitchen at six-thirty in the morning—but Peefur did not care how it looked.

Peefur cared how it was.

Brick straightened. “Okay. Now I can start my day.”

Peefur followed him to the coffee machine and sat again, supervising.

Brick poured the coffee. He took a sip. He winced.

Peefur watched.

Brick looked down. “Don’t judge me.”

Peefur blinked slowly.

Brick sighed. “Fine. Judge me.”

Peefur leaned his head against Brick’s thigh one more time, gentling the moment.

Brick scratched his ears again. “You’re a good boy.”

Peefur’s tail thumped once.

Just once.

Because he wasn’t easy.

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If you smiled, you’re going to love what comes next. 💛

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xoxo,

Stay warm and stay safe,

Joanna