I take him with me as I grab a cart. The first thing I do is lay a blanket down in the cart where you can put a toddler, and place the puppy on top of it, and make sure to snuggle him up so he can stay warm. I go to the food section and grab some lunch meat. I don’t even wait to pay for it. I just take a few slices out and place them on the blanket in case he wants them.
I make a mental list of what I need: food, treats, puppy pads, toys, a dog bed, maybe some more blankets, and whatever else I see.
I pick up a little dog bowl and make a mental note to call the vet on Monday and get him checked out properly.
“Ok, little guy, what else do we need?” I think out loud, looking at the aisle and my cart.
He nibbles on the piece of lunch meat, and I smile, glad that he’s eating something.
I grab some pet safe soap, flea wash, pet tape, and anti-infecting spray in case he has any injuries before heading back into the grocery section.
I move on to what I came here for, and decide that in order to sweeten Beckett up to the idea of a dog, I’ll have to make his favorite foods for lunch and dinner.
We get in line at the Starbucks after we checkout. I get some drinks, some water, and a pup cup. I’m browsing the menu while waiting for my drink, and it hits me.
Mocha.
“Oh my gosh, that’s perfect!” I say out loud, looking down at the little fur ball who sleeps peacefully in his little bed.
When my name is called, I pick up my drinks, the little cup I got for Mocha, and we make our way out to the car.
I load him into the front seat, still asleep, even after I load everything into the trunk.
“Alright, little guy,” I say, running my fingers through his fur. “Let’s go home.”
“Hey buddy, wake up,” I say, petting him softly when we get to the house. He blinks his eyes awake, and when he sees me, he all but jumps into my arms.“Ok, ok. Here, I got you a treat,” I say, picking up the pup cup and offering it to him. He looks at it for a second, then up at me, then back at the cup before giving it a little taste, quickly devouring the whole thing.
I sit out in my car, trying to build up my courage to go inside and face Beckett after my very reckless decision. I give Mocha some more lunch meat and let him drink all the water I got from Starbucks.
“Hopefully, this goes well, Mocha,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head.I pick him up and carry him close to my chest, feeling very nervous all of a sudden.
“Beck, I’m home,” I say, calling from the front door. Mocha lets out a little bark, and I freeze.
“What was that?” Beckett asks, coming from the kitchen and freezing once he sees me.
“Beckett, meet Mocha. Mocha, meet Beckett,” I say, introducing them, feeling extremely nervous as he stares at me holding the cute little fluffy animal.
“That’s not matcha,” he says, narrowing his eyes.
“No, but this is,” I say, holding up my green drink with a small, nervous smile.
He stares at me for a long time. I could crack a joke, but I don’t think that’s the right move.
“Do I want to know why you have a dog?” he asks, causing me to laugh awkwardly.
“I found him on the side of the road,” I say, stepping closer to Beckett. Mocha and I both give him puppy dog eyes.
“And you brought him here?”
“He didn’t have a collar, and look at him, Beck! We don’t have to keep him, but I couldn’t leave him. I just got this feeling in my gut that he needed to come with me. I’m sorry, I know that I should have asked you, but it was hot, and he’s cut—” He cuts off my ramble by pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss.
I let out a soft sigh.
“I’ll take him to the vet tomorrow so that he can get his shots, get checked for a chip, fleas, and anything else he could possibly need. But he needs a place to stay, and I’ll take care of him, I swear.”
“You’ll need food and a bed.” He goes to list things, but I cut him off by grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the front door.
I set Mocha on the grass when we get outside and let him run around.
