The door flung open and behind it stood a woman dressed in sweatpants in a t-shirt. She was clearly exhausted and looked like she was in desperate in need of either a strong cup of coffee or a full glass of wine – I couldn’t tell which. A look of reprieve washed over her as
She stood atop of the massive metal bleachers, her puppy triumphantly standing on one of the rows, as she called down to me. “Aren’t you going to socialize your puppy?” she asked. “I’m good.” I said with a smile. “I’m going to work on engagement down here.” She looked perplexed. As if I had just
“We adopted a puppy, and we NEED you,” said the exasperated voice on the voicemail message. I chuckled to myself when I heard it. I laughed… and not because I was writing off her plea and complete desperation. While most would assume that a two pound puppy couldn’t wreak too much havoc, I knew better.