Ava: Husky (III)
The husky is still here.
A call to Animal Control is simple enough, even though it feels like I'm betraying her loyalty to me. I feed her bits of deli meat I brought down from my apartment, and she goes into doggy custody with little fanfare.
My day is bleak without her, but somehow, when Carlos and I are closing, I hear a scratching at the front door and glance up to see the now-familiar sight of my little Siberian buddy.
Okay, she isn't really that little, and has to weigh at least fifty pounds, but to me, she's a baby.
Carlos laughs behind me, a hearty sound that starts deep in his belly and bursts out to reverberate through the store. "I think she's keeping you, Ava."
I let her inside, smiling when her cold nose gives my leg a gentle boop as she passes. "Hey, girl. We've got to stop meeting like this."