That night, after taking the pup out to relieve himself, she sat on the couch with him as he fell asleep with his head in her lap. She felt good about taking him. So far, he’d been a good puppy, mischievous, curious, playful, with only one accident and one attempt to chew on an electrical cord. She had bought him a boxful of toys and tomorrow after work, she would try out his new leash and take him for his first walk. He didn’t have a name yet, but that would come.
He only whined briefly when she placed him in his crate with an old blanket and his new stuffed bunny. He’d had a busy day. It was a little early for her, but Morgan went to bed anyway. There would undoubtedly be a few weeks of early morning potty breaks.
She found herself standing by the table. The wolf was still in front of
