Double double (DD) is rowdy; he’s extra loud and playful, but never bites. He’s happy all the time, and shows off how delighted he is by jumping at CJ’s leg. Every night, without fail, he scratches at her door to demand to be let into the room and sleep at the foot of her bed. So much love, CJ’s one puppy eyed-pout away from embarrassingly calling him her son.
True to weekly tradition, CJ lets DD guide the way up the small hill to the entrance of the dog park. (She’d parked her car a few blocks away in an attempt to get in some extra steps.) CJ can hardly get him to stay still long enough to unlatch the leash from his harness. He’s not a big dog by any means, but his excitement catches Claire off guard enough to trip over her feet and practically bump into a woman near one of the cement lunch tables usually found at parks.
She’s only able to catch herself because Double D’s calmed down to smell and play with a larger rott. It gives her time to finally unclasp the leash from his harness, allowing DD to run free to play. “Go, you little asshole,” she laughs, turning to face the owner of the rottweiler. “Sorry about Double Double. He’s still getting used to being domesticated. He’s a tramp,” she laughs, taking a seat on the other end of the bench. “What’s his name?” @wildviolcts
