work-wise.
I don’t miss the stress, but I do miss how full my days were back then. I know I started this company, and I’m proud of how well it’s doing, but I’m not used to making money off the actions of other people. I’ve structured my company so efficiently I’ve made myself redundant.
There are plenty of people, I’m sure, who would have no problem sitting back and collecting a paycheck. That isn’t how I’m wired, though. I love the feeling of accomplishment my work used to give me. I miss it. I have no idea if introducing a puppy will fill that hole, but it’s clear that Will hopes it will. I hate worrying him.
Together, we get signed in and follow a volunteer back to where the kennels are. Given the amount of dogs, the room we enter doesn’t smell that great. It’s clean, but I guess there’s no avoiding that dog smell when there are a bunch of them all in one place.
I want to ask Will if he thinks one dog all by itself will smell like this, but the volunteer is standing right there and that would be rude.
“What kind of dog would you like?” Will glances around the room.
“I’m not sure,” I admit.
I was hoping that the perfect dog would somehow get my attention as I passed its kennel. Trouble was all of the dogs were trying to get my attention.
“Maybe we can narrow our options down by figuring out what you don’t want,” he suggests.
“Not too big,” I say, picturing myself being dragged down the street by a giant dog. “And not too small,” I add.
“So a medium-sized dog,” Will teases.
I smirk; he’s so clever. “Yes, a medium-sized dog.”
There are still so many to choose from. It’s daunting.
“Let’s read their info tags.” Will takes my hand and pulls me closer to the first set of kennels. “See.” He points. “Some of them aren’t good with kids.”
We’re able to eliminate a bunch based on that alone.
“What about this one?” I ask, approaching the kennel of a black puppy with a white triangle between her eyes.
“Rascal,” he reads the name on her tag. “They think she’s a rotty-lab mix. That sounds like she’ll get pretty big.”
I hold my hand up for her to sniff and her tongue darts out to lick it before her dark brown eyes hit mine. “I can live with that.”
His arms wrap around my middle as he comes to stand behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “So, is this our new puppy?”
Turning my face toward him, I smile.
The volunteer comes over to tell us about a small play area we can sit with her in, to get an idea of her temperament so we can confirm we still want her before we start filling out any forms. She opens her kennel, and it’s beyond cute watching her get so excited to come out and play for a while. After she clips a leash to her, we follow the volunteer to a small room with a floor-to-ceiling window that looks out into the area we were just in.
“Knock on the glass when you’re ready to come out.”
Will nods as she passes him the leash.
There are chairs in the room, but I ignore them and sink directly onto the floor. “Come here, girl.”
She bounds over to me, topple-hopping onto my leg as she tries to lick my face. Will sits next to me and pets her back.
“She’s so sweet,” I gasp, gathering her up in my arms and giving her a squeeze.
“She’s definitely full of energy. I think she might be a handful. Are you sure she’s the one you want?”
I nod. “She’s perfect.”
He laughs. “Do you want to stay in here while I go fill out the paperwork?”
“Yes, please.” I grin.
Once he leaves, Rascal starts licking and biting at my silver hoop earring. It tickles and she’s set on doing it. I giggle as I struggle to push her down. She relents and is content to lick my hands instead. I pull out my phone and snap a picture of her to text to Sawyer. It’s blurry because she won’t sit still, but it’s still cute.
“Are you going to be my partner in crime?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond, but
I don’t miss the stress, but I do miss how full my days were back then. I know I started this company, and I’m proud of how well it’s doing, but I’m not used to making money off the actions of other people. I’ve structured my company so efficiently I’ve made myself redundant.
There are plenty of people, I’m sure, who would have no problem sitting back and collecting a paycheck. That isn’t how I’m wired, though. I love the feeling of accomplishment my work used to give me. I miss it. I have no idea if introducing a puppy will fill that hole, but it’s clear that Will hopes it will. I hate worrying him.
Together, we get signed in and follow a volunteer back to where the kennels are. Given the amount of dogs, the room we enter doesn’t smell that great. It’s clean, but I guess there’s no avoiding that dog smell when there are a bunch of them all in one place.
I want to ask Will if he thinks one dog all by itself will smell like this, but the volunteer is standing right there and that would be rude.
“What kind of dog would you like?” Will glances around the room.
“I’m not sure,” I admit.
I was hoping that the perfect dog would somehow get my attention as I passed its kennel. Trouble was all of the dogs were trying to get my attention.
“Maybe we can narrow our options down by figuring out what you don’t want,” he suggests.
“Not too big,” I say, picturing myself being dragged down the street by a giant dog. “And not too small,” I add.
“So a medium-sized dog,” Will teases.
I smirk; he’s so clever. “Yes, a medium-sized dog.”
There are still so many to choose from. It’s daunting.
“Let’s read their info tags.” Will takes my hand and pulls me closer to the first set of kennels. “See.” He points. “Some of them aren’t good with kids.”
We’re able to eliminate a bunch based on that alone.
“What about this one?” I ask, approaching the kennel of a black puppy with a white triangle between her eyes.
“Rascal,” he reads the name on her tag. “They think she’s a rotty-lab mix. That sounds like she’ll get pretty big.”
I hold my hand up for her to sniff and her tongue darts out to lick it before her dark brown eyes hit mine. “I can live with that.”
His arms wrap around my middle as he comes to stand behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “So, is this our new puppy?”
Turning my face toward him, I smile.
The volunteer comes over to tell us about a small play area we can sit with her in, to get an idea of her temperament so we can confirm we still want her before we start filling out any forms. She opens her kennel, and it’s beyond cute watching her get so excited to come out and play for a while. After she clips a leash to her, we follow the volunteer to a small room with a floor-to-ceiling window that looks out into the area we were just in.
“Knock on the glass when you’re ready to come out.”
Will nods as she passes him the leash.
There are chairs in the room, but I ignore them and sink directly onto the floor. “Come here, girl.”
She bounds over to me, topple-hopping onto my leg as she tries to lick my face. Will sits next to me and pets her back.
“She’s so sweet,” I gasp, gathering her up in my arms and giving her a squeeze.
“She’s definitely full of energy. I think she might be a handful. Are you sure she’s the one you want?”
I nod. “She’s perfect.”
He laughs. “Do you want to stay in here while I go fill out the paperwork?”
“Yes, please.” I grin.
Once he leaves, Rascal starts licking and biting at my silver hoop earring. It tickles and she’s set on doing it. I giggle as I struggle to push her down. She relents and is content to lick my hands instead. I pull out my phone and snap a picture of her to text to Sawyer. It’s blurry because she won’t sit still, but it’s still cute.
“Are you going to be my partner in crime?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond, but
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