Sif wandered the carnival grounds idly, taking in the games and rides. It wasn’t quite yet time for things to start up for the night, but people were finishing setting up their stands. Visenya trotted beside Sif, no leash attached to her collar, and the woman didn’t miss the odd looks thrown her way. Someone approached in Sif’s peripheral and she turned to face them.
“Yes?”
Snow had been on her way back from a quick Walmart run for the kitten. His appetite was healthy, the vet said, and she needed more formula for him. With her purse full of formula cans she had been scurrying down the rows of tents back to the train. The kitten was with Leroy and safe, she knew, but she already felt she'd been gone too long.
Then she saw the dog. Walking next to Sif was the most beautiful dog she'd ever seen. Slowly so as not to startle the dog or Sif she approached. Standing there, bag full of milk Snow suddenly felt small next to Sif. Maybe it was because she usually saw the woman on a stool instead of towering over her. "Can I pet your dog? And why haven't you brought them to the bar to say hi?"











