Not when I wanted to climb him like a tree.
“I think I can come back tomorrow…”
But the door closed on both my sister and Haze, and I had no other choice but to follow them.
I dragged my feet, though, finding myself staring into a line of kennels. All of which had puppies in all shapes, sizes, and colors.
“Ohhh,” I said as I stopped at the first kennel I came to and dropped down to my haunches.
It was a mutt.
But such a cute little mutt.
My smile was small when I crooned, “Hey there, buddy.”
“Nastya Semyonov, get your ass in here and drink this juice right now,” my sister snarled from somewhere beyond the kennels.
I sighed and passed all the kennels, knowing that I should just get it over with.
She’d never let me look without drinking the juice.
Apple again.
Blech.
He held it out to me as I finally found my way into the room in which they were standing.
And the stupid apple juice in his hand as he held it out to me.
I was careful to take it by the top—he’d already twisted the cap off for me—and took a drink.
I grimaced.
I loathed apple juice.
Seriously, I fucking hated it.
It always reminded me of how stupid my body was.
I took about six sips and said, “That’s enough.”
“All of it,” Milena said.
“I’m not drinking any more apple juice,” I disagreed with her. “And it’s enough, I promise.”
I disappeared out the door again, leaving the half-drunk apple juice on the counter with a “Thank you” on my tongue as I went.
I heard my sister mutter something about me being stubborn, obstinate and pig-headed, but chose to ignore her.
I wandered off in the opposite direction I’d come, hoping that she’d maybe leave me alone.
She would keep picking and picking until I was pissy, and I didn’t want to be pissy today.
I wanted to see all the sweet babies there were to see.
I took pictures of all of them, planning to post it on my blog when I got home, and came to a sudden halt when I got to a back set of kennels that were off to the left of all the other ones.
My heart stuttered in my chest as I got a good look at them.