Weâd never had one when I was growing up, and none of my friends had dogs either. Palmerâs family had cats that were semi-feral and came and went as they pleased, and Bri had Miss Cupcakes, evil feline. Nathan Trenton, who Iâd dated sophomore year, had a really awesome mutt that Iâd loved. Nathan used to complain that I was more excited to see his dog than to see him, and when Iâd realized that was true, Iâd broken up with him.
I moved carefully toward the dog, whose tail was still thumping on the ground. It was looking right at me, mouth open and tongue hanging out, and I could have sworn that it was smiling at me. I reached out slowly, keeping eye contact as I inched my way closer.
âBirdie!â This was yelled out in a loud, panicky voice, and I turned around to see a guy running up the street, lookingaround frantically. When he saw the dog, I could see his shoulders slump with relief, even from a distance. He started running faster, and I turned back to the dog, which was when I noticed two things at almost exactly the same time.
One, the dog was getting ready to run again, apparently convinced that his favorite game had taken on a new and exciting layer. And two, there was a car heading down the street toward us, going much faster than it should have been.
I moved without even realizing I was going to. Going on instinct and panic, I ran toward the dog and grabbed its leash in my hand, then pulled him across the road. I felt the dog resist at first, but then it must have thought this was a fun idea, because it started running, first next to me, then past me, pulling me off my feet. I hit the ground just as I heard a screech of brakes and a guy yelling, âHey!â I saw the car swerve, then head off down the street again, still going too fast.
The dog started covering my face in slobbery kisses, and I pushed it off as I sat up, still holding on to the leash in case heâbecause I could see now that it was a heâmade another run for it. He was bigâhe had to be at least a hundred pounds, maybe moreâwith fluffy white hair and a nose that was probably black at one point but was now mostly pink. He had a tail that curled up over his back, black eyes, and stubby white eyelashes. He had not stopped moving for a moment, jumping to his feet, then sitting down and trying to kiss me again, like he was thrilled with the way everything had turned out, his smile still in place.
âCalm down,â I said as I released my grip on the leash slightly. I wiped the dirt and gravel off on my jeans, then reachedout and patted the dogâs head, even though he probably didnât deserve it. His tail started thumping on the ground more rapidly, and he tilted his head to the side, like he was showing me that I should really be petting him by his ears.
âBirdie!â The guy who had yelled before was running up to us, sounding half out of breath. âIâm so sorryâare youâokay? Is he?â He stopped and bent halfway over, his hands on his knees, taking deep breaths.
âIâm fine,â I said as I pushed myself up to standing. I was okayâlike, I might have a bruise on my hip tomorrow, but otherwise fine. The dog looked up at me with his head cocked to the side, and I had to admit, he was pretty cute. For a moment I felt sorry that he had been saddled with such a stupid name. I mean, Birdie? For a dog? I brushed off my hands and then rubbed the dogâs ears once more. His hair was soft and silky, and there was so much of itâlike if this dog got wet, heâd only be about half this size. I noticed a tag hanging from his green leather collar, a round gold disk with BERTIE in engraved capitals. So that at least made a little more sense than Birdie . But not by much. âHere,â I said, holding out the leash to the guy, who was still trying to get his breath back. I wasnât going to be rudeâthat had been drilled out of me
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