Adoption: A Short Story

Turning to talk to the lady now sitting behind a table I asked, “Can we take him, and after a few days.” if we see it will not work out cam we bring him back “Sure, you can,” the lady answered. "But, it‘s always hard on the animals, and we cannot return the adoption fee." “Done,” my wife said, "we’ll take him for a trial spin.” After filling out the papers, and paying the fee, we took Bobo to the grooming salon inside the store. “For ten dollar extra,” the groomer said, “We will trim his nails, bathed, groomed, him and be ready to go in about an hour and a half." “Otherwise," he said. "It might take up to three hours.” As we walked to the Bakery to get lunch my wife asked, “I wonder how often he pulls that, ‘For an extra ten dollars scam.’” That worked out great it will give us time to eat lunch and buy the things we will need now we are dog owners. After paying the adoption, for the grooming,
Between the walk and the fence is out flower beds, shrubbery, and trees. Bobo found the walk and started walking across the back of the yard and smelling the plants and shrubbery along the way. Years ago when we had a poodle, we had a doggie door install in the sliding patio screen door. Until today, the door is wired and taped shut. After cutting the wires and removing the tape and oiling the hinges, I pushed Bobo through it both ways, in and out. After three tries each way he stood on the patio looking at the door, then without hesitation, he went in got a drink of water and out again as if he had done it all his life. I got one of the quarter-size tennis balls, called his name and tossed the ball in his direction. Quick as a shot he moved toward the ball and caught it on the first bounce. “Good boy, Good Boy!” my wife and I both said as we clapped our hands. He brought the ball back, dropping it at my feet, his eyes are now bright and