The bell over the shop door rings, but when Molly looks over, no-one seems to have entered. But then there's the tell-tale click of claws on the floor, and the distinct sound of something sniffing its way across the shop floor. It doesn't seem to care that she's seen it: it just keeps snuffling, seemingly trying to find something amongst the haphazard collections in the shop. [ say hello to your new mutt friend ]
A FRIEND!
For a moment, it doesn’t seem like Molly knows what to do. The last thing she expected to walk into her shop that day was a very determined looking dog, but that was hardly the issue. There wasn’t an owner to follow—no other reason for the dog to have wandered in, except perhaps the snacks she hid under the counter? Her first questions should have been something more in line with reason and logic.
Instead, Molly squealed.
“PUPPY!” Immediately she rounded the corner, halting the dog in his process of searching, and knelt beside him. Before she dove her fingers into his fur, she held her hands out for permission. “Hi, bud! Oh, hi, Pup! What brings you in, huh?” She frowned. “How’d you open the door? Oh! Do you want a cookie? Does the good boy want a cookie?”
