Me: Not so great, actually.
Me: I’m kind of freaking out, care to send some of those calm and collected vibes my way? Anders-style?
Myles: why? are you at work?
Me: No, it’s my dog. My mom just rushed her to the vet
Me: I’m so worried about her.
Myles: oh no, poor dog. that sucks
Myles: what’s wrong with her?
Me: I don’t know. I’ve had her forever, I don’t know what I’d do without her.
Myles: I hope it turns out okay
Myles: anything I can do to help?
Everyone knows Myles is that guy—the one who’d jump in to help when he sees a need. So even though I know he’s probably disappointed that Kat’s not the one he’s talking to right now, I’m going to let him help.
Me: Keeping me distracted is helping
Myles: oh, well good. I was just hanging out at home, so I’m at your service
Myles: what’s your dog’s name?
Me: Margarine. Kat and I found her on the street forever ago, and I’ve had her ever since
Me: I took her on a walk yesterday and she seemed tired, but I didn’t think anything of it. I feel so bad, I should have said something to my parents
Myles: it’s not your fault
Myles: I bet it’s hard to tell with animals. it would be nice if they could talk
I smile a little, which feels kind of nice.
Me: Yeah, definitely would have helped if she’d just said, “Amelia, I feel like crap take me to the vet”
Myles: hahaha
Me: Do you have a dog?
Myles: nah, my parents never let us. I’ve always wanted one, though
Myles: actually, funny story
Myles: me and my brothers did some serious research once and came up with a whole pitch we gave one night over dinner, and we asked for a basenji
Me:… a what?
Myles: basenji. would you believe me if I told you they clean their fur like cats and yodel instead of bark?
Me: Hahahaha no
Myles’s next message is a link, and I follow it to the American Kennel Club website page all about basenjis. Not only are all his fun facts true but these dogs also have adorable curly pig-like tails.
Me: Well look at that.
