Oh, and what should I buy him until then?
Chris
Give me your address. I’ll pick you up. We’ll see if he’s chipped, and if not, go supply shopping.
My heart thumped. First my number, now my address? But the trepidation didn’t come, and soon my thumbs were sending a pin of my location.
Chris
I can be there in twenty.
Erykah
We’ll be ready.
I got some soap and gently washed the wound. The puppy licked my hand occasionally as I murmured nonsensical noises that hopefully sounded reassuring. He didn’t seem to be afraid of me.Thank goodness.
“I’m going to have to give you a name.” I tilted my head, studying him. He copied my movements.
“Mime?”
He whined.
“Okay. Obviously that was a paltry attempt at a name.” It would help if I knew what kind of dog he was. His coat was longish. Colorful. Um ... I wasterribleat this.
“I can’t call you Dog.”
He whined.
“See? Even you know that’s an awful name.”
“Marlowe?” I waited for a response, but he didn’t do anything.“Does that mean you like the name, or should I keep trying?”
He barked.
Okay. I’d keep thinking. Maybe Chris would have some suggestions when he arrived.
I gathered up the pup and headed down the hall. For once, my small condo didn’t feel so quiet or so isolating. The puppy was keeping me company and preventing me from sitting in the dark and staring at the skyline for hours on end.
I was actually going to meet up with afriendand go hang out. Granted, we were going pet supply shopping—hopefully. I couldn’t explain why I was so attached already. I didn’t want the dog to have a home and leave me too. I winced.
“Let’s take a selfie,” I said to the pup. “This is something my little sister will find newsworthy.”
Ellynn
Oh my word. I thought old ladies were supposed to buy cats.
Erykah
Har har. I’m forty-one. That’s not old.
Ellynn
Do you have gray hair?
Erykah
A strand or two doesn’t count.
