KiKi

When James and Anne leave, I sit on my kitchen floor, watching my new puppy explore the apartment. Alone now, I’m unsure what to do.

“Perhaps I should give you a name,” I say to him as he sniffs nearby.

I’ve never named a pet before. Heck, I’ve never owned an animal before. What were they thinking, giving him to me? I shake my head. I know exactly why they brought this breed of dog to me. They worry about my safety and believe a big guard dog will protect me. ...