Petco was packed that Saturday. People scribbled their names on forms. Dogs barked inside their little corrals and peed on the floor. The volunteers ran around, picking up one dog after another and handing them into the arms of smiling couples and kids.
I reached in to say hello to a medium,
short-haired, black-and-white dog with velvety ears.
Her whole body shivered, but she sniffed my hand.
I scratched her chin and she turned her head and began to lick my fingers.
It tickled so much it surprised me. I laughed.
She licked even harder with her gritty cold tongue,
then looked up at me with her brown eyes.
I was in love.