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Dec. 17th, 2012 09:20 amThere was a little puppy at her feet.
Clementine had fallen in love with the dog the second she'd seen it in the shelter, and for good reason. For the day she'd had her so far, the little mutt had barely left her side, and she was happy to shower her with all the attention she could give her. It was day two, and she thought, at that point, the dog was ready to see more than just their little apartment. She originally tried to go visit Jesse - she wanted him to be the first person the dog met outside of Andrea and her, for good reason - but he wasn't home. So she sat outside on the steps of the apartment building instead, the leash firmly in hand. If he wasn't there, she could just wait for him to come back.
The dog didn't seem to mind at all, chasing the few remaining leaves still on the street as some cold winter gusts blew them around. She couldn't stifle the giggle that came out of her when she started to bark at one that the wind smacked into her. It flew past them both, far out of her reach, and Clementine watched her whine quietly and try to tug on the leash to follow after it.
"You'll get the next one," she promised, and she smiled when the dog seemed to promptly forget all about it when she spoke. A few moments later, she had returned to Clem's side, her little paws on her knees, trying to lick her face.
It was more than distracting enough that she didn't even notice anyone approaching her.
Clementine had fallen in love with the dog the second she'd seen it in the shelter, and for good reason. For the day she'd had her so far, the little mutt had barely left her side, and she was happy to shower her with all the attention she could give her. It was day two, and she thought, at that point, the dog was ready to see more than just their little apartment. She originally tried to go visit Jesse - she wanted him to be the first person the dog met outside of Andrea and her, for good reason - but he wasn't home. So she sat outside on the steps of the apartment building instead, the leash firmly in hand. If he wasn't there, she could just wait for him to come back.
The dog didn't seem to mind at all, chasing the few remaining leaves still on the street as some cold winter gusts blew them around. She couldn't stifle the giggle that came out of her when she started to bark at one that the wind smacked into her. It flew past them both, far out of her reach, and Clementine watched her whine quietly and try to tug on the leash to follow after it.
"You'll get the next one," she promised, and she smiled when the dog seemed to promptly forget all about it when she spoke. A few moments later, she had returned to Clem's side, her little paws on her knees, trying to lick her face.
It was more than distracting enough that she didn't even notice anyone approaching her.
