Almost a week after I found Shadow, I took him to the dog park near our building.
I had just thrown the ball for the fifth time when Sonic appeared at the gate.
He was still in a semi business suit.
His tie was straight, his shoes polished and his expression tired. He looked as if he had stepped out of a boardroom and accidentally entered a world where everyone carried bags of dog waste.
He stopped when he saw me.
Then his gaze moved towards Shadow.
“Since when do you have a dog?”
“Since he followed me home.”
Sonic walked closer.
The dog watched him but did not move.
Sonic frowned slightly.
“He looks like my son.”
I glanced at him.
“I didn’t know you had children.”
“My dog.”
“That is less alarming.”
“He’s the same breed,” Sonic said. “Same colouring too.”
He crouched.
Sha
