The Puppy Had a Note Tied to Her Paw-and Someone Promised to Call at Noon

a person from wondering whether a  dog had chosen someone else first.

Lucy played with Sophie until the puppy rolled onto her back beneath the bench. She scratched the pale fur on Sophie’s chest and inspected her paws.

“She’s huge.”

“She thinks she is,” I said.

Lucy looked toward me.

“Does she still sleep with the paper?”

“Not every night.”

“Does she get continue reading …