On the way back, Sean noticed my low spirits and tried to lighten the mood.
"Why did you name your dog Tintin? Does he just really like canned food or something?"
Tintin? I rested my chin on my hand, letting my thoughts drift to the night we found him.
I smiled softly. "He does love canned food, but that's not the real reason…"
Tyrone had brought Tintin home one evening. He was just a tiny puppy, abandoned outside, eyes still closed.
"I found this little guy outside," Tyrone said, cradling the puppy gently. "Looks like he was abandoned. I searched the area, but I couldn't find his mom anywhere."
The puppy was so small. When I reached out to touch him, I felt his warm little body under my fingertips. His round belly made him look irresistibly cute. He lay curled up in Tyrone's hands,
