Post by Bruce the Moose on Jun 15, 2010 20:30:46 GMT -8
Bruce stood in the corner of the shelter, filling out a form. He reached over and petted the dog. It was a nice, big dog, a St. Bernard. He figured that should give the kids plenty to do. With there now being a third teenager in the house, added to the seven four year olds, he needed a dog. The kids could care for it, he figured. Bruce wasn't trying to pawn his kids off on an animal or replace time with him. He simply wanted them to have something to do rather than idly playing video games or worse--visiting the ravine. Well, not like the four year olds visited the ravine. But the three teenagers might. Even Ulyssus, as naive as the boy was, could end up going and getting into trouble.
Bruce finished filling the papers out and handed them to the vet. "So when do I pick him up?" he asked. He was told three days and as he was waiting for a receipt, he reached down and petted his new dog. He then looked at the others and chuckled. "Sorry, guys. Maybe next time." Would there be a next time? Probably not.
Bruce finished filling the papers out and handed them to the vet. "So when do I pick him up?" he asked. He was told three days and as he was waiting for a receipt, he reached down and petted his new dog. He then looked at the others and chuckled. "Sorry, guys. Maybe next time." Would there be a next time? Probably not.
