at the request of Miss Maggie, we have a part II to Old Dog, rather than a rewrite
Old Dog, Part II
“You home?” Joseph calls from the kitchen.
You lean back against the front door, wanting to hear scrabbling nails on parquet, instead your stomach roils.
He comes out drying his hands on a dishcloth. “Got rid of him? Good. Damn peeing. Gotta have standards.”
Instantly you realize you’ve lowered yours. Surrendered Buddy for the love of this supercilious man. Shaking your head, you jingle your car keys then rest your forehead against the door.
“I can’t leave him there.” Your tears blind you, except you see better now.
“Him or me.”
You smile. Your first easy decision of the day.
The woman at the shelter raises an eyebrow at your approach.
“I need my Buddy back,” you say, and this time the tears come followed shortly by scrabbling nails.