VIWILMA MET ME AT THE door, tail wagging and a big grin on her face. "So? Tell me all about it - and you can talk out loud if it's more comfortable for you."
I set down the groceries on the counter and bent to scratch her head and back, letting her lick my hand when she signaled she'd had enough. Then I talked about the whole incident in meeting her, while I emptied the shopping bag and put everything away. I told Wilma about our lunch, her asking me on a date at the bookstore, and then I ran out of things to say. Just a smile on my face that alternated with worry lines on my forehead.
"Of course, it's going to go alright." Wilma sent. "You did good today. We're going to take this on with baby steps. The main point is to keep the interest on her and do the male-protector/provider thing."
