The Streets In Town, Tuesday Afternoon
Sam was a pushover. She knew this and so did most everyone who knew her well. But rarely had this been made more clear through a single experience than it had as a result of the events of this morning: specifically, her spontaneous adoption of a small dog with floppy ears and huge, adorable eyes.
She would gladly blame the woman at the shelter, but the truth was that she'd barely had to say a word to persuade Sam.
She'd splurged on supplies, including a dog bed, a collar and leash, plenty of food and treats and no small helping of toys, dropped most of those things off at her house, and now she was taking the excitable little pup on a walk through town. The shame of having been so easily persuaded to adopt the dog hadn't quite set in yet, but she was sure it would soon. Now she just had to decide what to call her.
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She would gladly blame the woman at the shelter, but the truth was that she'd barely had to say a word to persuade Sam.
She'd splurged on supplies, including a dog bed, a collar and leash, plenty of food and treats and no small helping of toys, dropped most of those things off at her house, and now she was taking the excitable little pup on a walk through town. The shame of having been so easily persuaded to adopt the dog hadn't quite set in yet, but she was sure it would soon. Now she just had to decide what to call her.
[[so open!]]