"Her name's Diane, boy," said Daddy. Again.
Lucas narrowed his eyes up at the ol' man. Again. Face crap-smellingly scrunched.
Zoe knew he'd only half heard the tone. She quirked a smile behind her hand, lungs shuddering a near-silent chuckle.
As Lucas scooted up to the pup further in two crouched tiptoein' steps, warpin' that sneer like a heated iron into an all-teeth grin. Beckoning with twitching fingertips. "Come oooon...!" his voice flitted, the most degreased Zoe'd heard it in a while. " - Come to papa, Rusty...!"
The dog continued napping.
Pity.
It was the best name he'd ever given anything.
July 27th. "Rusty".