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Lexi
The last couple of weeks were no picnic.
Trey seemed sadder and more despondent.
And frustrated.
With his progress.
With the coaching team.
Even sometimes with me.
We had to travel a lot lately, and a day or two before I was scheduled to leave—he’d start picking fights over stupid crap.
To make things worse—the coach told him they’d be making their decision soon—about whether to send him down to the minors or not.
The only thing that took his mind off all of that—besides sex—were the dogs.
Beau and Gigi had Trey on uncle duty since they’d first gotten the puppies.
And Trey loved every minute of caring for those silly animals.
So did I.
I missed them whenever they left. And I could tell Trey did, too.
One time, I mentioned that maybe we should get a dog.
He said it wasn’t fair having owners who traveled so much.
When I pointed out the fact that somehow Beau and Gigi made it work—he got upset and stormed out.
It was kind of weird.
Anyway, right now, I had my hands full.
“Hmm, let me see what I have left from my lunch kit,” I said, taking extra caution to keep one hand on the furry, wiggly thing in my lap.
I opened my pink sack, and found a mostly-eaten salad. “This might just work.”
Then, I set to work rubbing the salad dressing into her coat.
“We have to make you look all icky. Hold still.”
Telling a puppy to stop moving was like ordering a river to stop flowing.
I’d had puppies before. I knew the drill.
I also knew that Trey was way overthinking this whole pet thing. If dogs gave him so much joy, he should have a dog.
At the same time, I also didn’t want him mad at me for making such a big decision on my own.
I figured if I told him I’d found her by a dumpster outside the facility—that he’d feel compelled to keep her.
At least that was what I hoped would happen.