25
McKayla
I’d dialed Savio’s number to check up on Savi, and it went straight to voicemail for the third time. I was getting worried. He didn’t seem like a pet type of guy, and if he sent my baby away, he’d feel a cold bed for the rest of the year.
“Oh, these would look so cute on him.” Rena picked up some doggy jackets.
“Savi is not dressing up.”
“You’re no fun.”
I held the phone to my chin in thought.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“Okay, why are you distracted?”
“Savio isn’t answering his phone.”
“Good, the more trouble we can get into.”
“I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”
“Have you told him about taking a girls’ trip?”
“I think I will wait on that conversation. Just going to the mall causes a big stir.”
I grabbed a few boxes of doggy treats and threw them in my basket.
