Ten dogs were leashed to Quinnâs hips as she walked through the park.  They were young, each of them between 2 and 5 months, making the stroll very entertaining.  One of the puppers bounded over a stranger to sniff excitedly at their shoes.  âOops!  Look out!âÂ
Vince wandered through the park, shoulders slumped, hands in his pockets. Heâd been on a bender for the last week, going between happy drunk, angry drunk, and sad drunk like a bad song on repeat. Heâd practically had to force himself to get out of his junk yard, get some fresh air, try to level out his head. Blinking down he was surprised to see a curious puppy sniffing at his boots. He snickered and squatted down to give him a friendly scratch behind the ears. âAint you cute.â










