Luna
Ok! I’ll text you his details and a pic
Then I remember she didn’t tell me what kind of dog he was.
Me
What breed is he?
The gray bubble appears, then disappears, then appears again.
It’s almost as if I can read between the non-existent lines.
Luna
Well, does it really matter? You already said you’d take him
Me
Spit it out
Luna
He’s a frenchie
I shake my head. A fucking ankle nipper?
Me
That isn’t a medium to large dog
Luna
I know that, but his heart is medium to large Will you still foster, until I can find something more suitable for him?
I sigh. I’m really not cut out for a small dog, much less one with three legs. How is that gonna go when I’m downstairs all day? Then again, I do have time off coming up, so I guess I could make it work.
Me
Short term only
Luna
You’re a life saver. I’ll be at FP all day
Me
Ok. CU later
A few seconds later, a shot of a tiny frenchie comes through wearing a little onesie. I don’t know if that cute pic was for my benefit exactly, but even my stone cold heart can admit he has a sweet little face.
I tap out another message
Me
His name?
Luna
