round, one-handed. But as you’ve asked so nicely, I’ll forgo that pleasure. I can live in squalor for a while longer.’
‘Great. I’ll pick you up at nine.’
Sarah pulled her plastic bag over the plaster to protect it while she showered. She couldn’t wait for it to be removed and be able to get back to normal. She had a leisurely breakfast and was ready and waiting at nine o’clock. It proved to be a fun trip. Buying everything a puppy or two could possibly need and then some, produced a mammoth bill.
‘I hope it’s worth it,’ she said with a groan when the large heap of goods were finally stacked into his car. She’d persuaded him to buy one large dog bed rather than two small ones. ‘They’ll grow out of them in no time and they’re not cheap. Besides, they’ve been used to sleeping in one dog heap, around their mother. And I’d use an old blanket to start with. Forget the special expensive vet bed and everything. they’ll probably chew everything to begin with and they are certainly not house trained.’
‘I’ve got plenty of newspapers. I’ve stopped putting it out for recycling this week. It soon mounts up.’
It was mid afternoon by the time they arrived back with their squeaking, wriggling cargo of puppies. They were let out on the lawn where they rushed around, tumbling over each other on their ridiculously fat paws.
‘Come in little dogs. This is your new home.’ Alex had put down the new bed in the utility room where he planned they would be housed during the night. It had a slate floor and could be easily cleaned. They were watching the pair, enchanted as they flopped down in exhaustion for all of one minute and then leapt up again and dashed round some more. There was a tap at the door and Mrs Harper arrived.
‘Hi there. Couldn’t wait to see the little dears. Oh, aren’t you gorgeous?’ She bent and scooped up one of the pair and cuddled it. The second one chewed at the laces on her shoes so she picked up that one as well. Sarah watched, a slight feeling of resentment brewing. This was supposed to be hers and Alex’s time to get to know the little dogs. She contemplated the woman, watching her smiling at Alex as she chatted to him and the pups. She looked much younger than Sarah had expected. She was a pretty blond with a neat figure, shown off by well fitting jeans and a tee shirt. There was an easy familiarity between them which made her feel ridiculously jealous.
‘What have you left us for supper?’ Alex asked.
‘There’s a pot roast to go in the oven. In fact, if you like, I’ll go and put it in now. Then it can cook slowly and be ready for you in a couple of hours. There’s jacket potatoes and veg all ready for you. I’d best get off now. Leave you to your new little family. I’ll see you on Monday, girls. What are you calling them by the way?’
‘Haven’t decided yet. That’s tonight’s job. Thanks very much for everything.’ He paused. ‘Look, I’ve had an idea. Sarah here is having problems. With her broken arm, she can’t properly clean her cottage. How about you go round one morning and give her a hand?’
‘Sure. If you can spare me for a morning.’
‘Oh no, really, I couldn’t possibly impose,’ Sarah protested. She certainly didn’t want anyone going around prying on her things. ‘It isn’t that bad. It’s only a tiny place and I can manage. Anyway, I won’t be like this for much longer.’
‘If you’re sure. It’s no trouble.’ Sarah shook her head. She felt furious with Alex for even suggesting the idea. ‘Okay then, I’ll go and put your dinner in the oven. Leave me a note with the names of the pups. They’ll need to get used to their names and if I don’t know them, it will be difficult. Enjoy your evening,’ she said sounding just a little wistful.
‘Do you think I should have asked her to join us?’ Alex whispered when Mrs Harper left the room.
‘If you like. Perhaps you could ask her and I’ll go and leave
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