Puppy
"Guppy?"
"No."
"Mason?"
"No!"
"What do we name him?" Joy asked. Her Mom had just come up with several horrible names for their new puppy. They had just found him wandering the streets and had decided to take him in.
"Found them." Joy's Dad came down from the attic. Joy was thrilled that life had started to feel normal again for them.
"What did you find?" she asked.
"The collar, leash, and bowls from Max." They'd had Max, a little Pomeranian, when Joy was fairly little, and had died just a few years ago.
"Awesome!" Joy rushed to go get them for the new puppy. She put the collar on him as her Mom went to go get the phone. As Joy continued to look at the little black and white puppy, he already looked so confident, that she came up with the name Sherriff. Her Mom came back in the room, saying,
"We have a vet appointment with him for 10:00 tomorrow!"
"Mom? What do you think of the name Sheriff?"
"I like it!"
Joy looked at the puppy straight in the eye and said, "Hey Sheriff!"
The all smiled, even Sheriff with that cute little puppy smile. He gave off a small little yip, and then jumped on Joy, licking her face while she laughed.
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