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she does look up at me so I take it as a yes. “And we’ll go on lots of walks,” I add.
The start of winter may not have been the best time of year to get a dog. At least Atlanta is much milder temperature-wise versus Denver, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t get cold here. It’ll give me an excuse to bundle up in my warmest clothes.
I continue to play with her until Will returns.
“Is she ours?” I ask.
He grins. “She is. Let’s take her to PetRight so we can get her some food and a bed.”
‘Some food and a bed’ morphed into half of the store by the time we were done. Will laughed as I loaded up our cart, but I wanted to make sure she had everything she needed.
When he had first suggested getting a puppy, I had balked at the idea. I wasn’t sure what his intention behind getting her was and it had made me defensive, which was crazy. Sometimes, a puppy was just a puppy.
Before leaving the store, I put her new collar on and clipped her new leash to it. Will pushed the cart while I walked her. She wanted to sniff everything between the store and our car, and I do mean everything. For a little dog, not even ten pounds, she was stronger than I expected, and very determined.
“Hush.” I laughed at Will as he cracked up watching me attempt to corral her.
She sat in my lap on our way back to the house. We stopped for fast food and had to put the bags in the back seat so she’d stop sniffing at them. Knowing where the source of good-smelling food was and not being able to get to it frustrated her. She struggled in vain to make her way into the back seat.
Our back yard is fully fenced, so I let her run around back there as Will and I carried everything in from the car. Even though she had all that space to roam, she stayed right by the gate and whined. It is irrational how devoted I already was to that little bundle of fur and how hearing her cry broke my heart.
“I take it I’m going to be the bad cop,” Will noted, frowning at me.
“Huh?”
“I can tell. Our little girl does something bad, I’m going to have to be the one to train her.”
I gape at him. “Rascal would never do anything bad.”
Since everything is in the house, I walk over to the back door to call for her. It’s dark out, Daylight Savings ensuring we lost an hour of light in the evenings. I could hear her approach but the sound stopped at the stairs to our deck. Flipping on the outdoor light, I walk out to investigate.
I find her sitting with her front paws on the first step and the most pitiful expression on her little puppy dog face.
“Oh, honey,” I coo, hurrying down to scoop her up. “Somebody doesn’t know how to climb stairs yet.
As I close the door behind me, I’m surprised by how much Will’s already set up. Our dinner still sits in its bag, but Rascal’s new food and water dish have already been washed, dried and set out in the corner of our kitchen on the cute mat we bought for them. Both are full, so I set her down and show them to her in case she’s hungry or thirsty.
Will isn’t in the kitchen, though. Glancing around, I spy his bent-over figure in the living room, putting together the crate we bought her.
“You don’t need to do that right this second,” I tease, walking over to comb my fingers through his soft, brown hair. “Let’s eat.”
When he looks up at me, his expression so impossibly boyish, I melt. I’m staring at the boy I fell in love with all those years ago. Sinking onto my knees next to him, I cradle his face in my hands and kiss him.
His hands drop the side of the crate he was working on as he moves them to band snuggly around my waist, deepening our kiss. We’re interrupted by an excited puppy, who wants to play, and I leave them both to go collect our dinner. They’re still roughhousing when I return.
Setting our plates on the coffee table, I ask Will what he wants to drink.
“I’ll grab drinks,” he replies, standing up.
Rascal trails after him, attempting to
The start of winter may not have been the best time of year to get a dog. At least Atlanta is much milder temperature-wise versus Denver, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t get cold here. It’ll give me an excuse to bundle up in my warmest clothes.
I continue to play with her until Will returns.
“Is she ours?” I ask.
He grins. “She is. Let’s take her to PetRight so we can get her some food and a bed.”
‘Some food and a bed’ morphed into half of the store by the time we were done. Will laughed as I loaded up our cart, but I wanted to make sure she had everything she needed.
When he had first suggested getting a puppy, I had balked at the idea. I wasn’t sure what his intention behind getting her was and it had made me defensive, which was crazy. Sometimes, a puppy was just a puppy.
Before leaving the store, I put her new collar on and clipped her new leash to it. Will pushed the cart while I walked her. She wanted to sniff everything between the store and our car, and I do mean everything. For a little dog, not even ten pounds, she was stronger than I expected, and very determined.
“Hush.” I laughed at Will as he cracked up watching me attempt to corral her.
She sat in my lap on our way back to the house. We stopped for fast food and had to put the bags in the back seat so she’d stop sniffing at them. Knowing where the source of good-smelling food was and not being able to get to it frustrated her. She struggled in vain to make her way into the back seat.
Our back yard is fully fenced, so I let her run around back there as Will and I carried everything in from the car. Even though she had all that space to roam, she stayed right by the gate and whined. It is irrational how devoted I already was to that little bundle of fur and how hearing her cry broke my heart.
“I take it I’m going to be the bad cop,” Will noted, frowning at me.
“Huh?”
“I can tell. Our little girl does something bad, I’m going to have to be the one to train her.”
I gape at him. “Rascal would never do anything bad.”
Since everything is in the house, I walk over to the back door to call for her. It’s dark out, Daylight Savings ensuring we lost an hour of light in the evenings. I could hear her approach but the sound stopped at the stairs to our deck. Flipping on the outdoor light, I walk out to investigate.
I find her sitting with her front paws on the first step and the most pitiful expression on her little puppy dog face.
“Oh, honey,” I coo, hurrying down to scoop her up. “Somebody doesn’t know how to climb stairs yet.
As I close the door behind me, I’m surprised by how much Will’s already set up. Our dinner still sits in its bag, but Rascal’s new food and water dish have already been washed, dried and set out in the corner of our kitchen on the cute mat we bought for them. Both are full, so I set her down and show them to her in case she’s hungry or thirsty.
Will isn’t in the kitchen, though. Glancing around, I spy his bent-over figure in the living room, putting together the crate we bought her.
“You don’t need to do that right this second,” I tease, walking over to comb my fingers through his soft, brown hair. “Let’s eat.”
When he looks up at me, his expression so impossibly boyish, I melt. I’m staring at the boy I fell in love with all those years ago. Sinking onto my knees next to him, I cradle his face in my hands and kiss him.
His hands drop the side of the crate he was working on as he moves them to band snuggly around my waist, deepening our kiss. We’re interrupted by an excited puppy, who wants to play, and I leave them both to go collect our dinner. They’re still roughhousing when I return.
Setting our plates on the coffee table, I ask Will what he wants to drink.
“I’ll grab drinks,” he replies, standing up.
Rascal trails after him, attempting to
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