Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the Savannah Humane Society.
“Hi, can I help you?” a woman asked from behind the desk as we stepped inside.
“I’ve come to adopt a dog,” I said.
“Oh, wonderful. Have you been here before?”
“No. Kind of spur of the moment.”
“Well, great! I’m sure one of our dogs would love to go home with y’all.”
Of course it looked like Ash and I were about to pick out a dog together. I opened my mouth to object, but Ash put a hand on my lower back. Our eyes met in the small space. It wasn’t an absurd suggestion and probably more awkward to say something than to let it stand.
“Yes, I can’t wait,” I said instead.
The woman went through all the adoption information with me, and then finally, I got to find a puppy. My heart ached to walk the building. So many puppie
