Disclaimer: me no own Sammy and Hazel and Leo and Esperanza and that's about it.
March 7th 1961
Sammy was planning on sleeping for nineteen hours straight so needless to say the dog on his bed was disappointing.
The dog starred at him. He didn't move an inch, just starred. Sammy starred right back.
"Rodrigue," he called.
"What?" His roommate called.
"We don't have a dog," Sammy said. "What the hell is that thing on my bed?"
Rodrigue wandered out of the kitchen and peered into his room. "Oh, that's Thor."
"Thor," Sammy said. "Fantastic. Did he fall from the sky?"
"So you do know your mythology," Rodrigue smiled.
"No, I just don't understand why there's a dog on my bed." Sammy said.
"I found him," Rodrigue said.
"You found him?" Sammy said.
"Yeah. Someone dumped him downtown; he was stuck in a garbage bag. Pretty horrible if you ask me. I reckon he would've suffocated."
Sammy looked back at Thor. The dog was mostly black and grey, with a pale tummy. The dog looked like a greyhound but its fur was longer and his ears were different. One of them was bitten off. Whatever it was, the dog was definitely a mutt.
"Okay, sure. But… why is it here?" Sammy asked.
"Couldn't leave it in the garbage bag, could I?"
"No. But bringing it to the pound may have been a good idea? Maybe someone's looking for him."
"Pounds are horrible. Besides, once you abandon your dog battered and in a garbage bag- you don't have the right to go get them back." Rodrigue said.
"Fair enough," Sammy said. "So what are you going to do with it?"
"Keep it."
"What? See, this is why I'm the one who leaves early if there's a meeting somewhere- you always end up doing stupid stuff like getting a dog."
"Bro, I named him. Besides, he's a beaut. No turning back now."
"You have a dog now? Oh, c'mon, we live in an apartment and that thing's huge."
"It's not a thing, it's a dog." Rodrigue said. "There's that little concrete patch outside it can pee on. We can tie him up during the day so he doesn't go adn destroy everything. Besides, we're allowed to have animals in the building."
"It's huge," Sammy said. "It'll destroy everything, pee on the remains, and it might eat a kid. Then the ex-in-laws will definitely hire an assassin."
"Thor's not like that," Rodrigue insisted. "He's a softie. Didn't growl at me, didn't growl at you. See? He likes us."
The dog's tail was wagging.
Sammy wanted to shake his shoulders. Never had Rodrigue stood up for another living being with that kind of care, Beca excluded.
"We can't keep a dog." Sammy said.
"I let you have three kids," Rodrigue said. "Why would I not be able to have a dog?"
Dear Anza,
I am sorry.
But I couldn't disagree with that logic.
Sammy
