Gray I wasn’t ready to call it a day. But after a trip to a nearby pet store to stock up on supplies, Freckles told me he was ready to go home. He actually laid down while I waited in the checkout line. Layla placed the dog bowls in her hands on the conveyor belt while I added a twenty-pound bag of food, biscuits, some chew sticks, and a plastic shoe that I had a feeling would drive me nuts from squeaking. She looked at Freckles as he yawned and made himself comfortable. “I think you have a lazy dog.” “Don’t pick on your namesake.” I paid the bill for my purchases and grabbed the dog food and one of the bags. Layla picked up the other two, and we walked back out to the street together. “My little buddy’s wiped out, and I could really use some help carrying all this junk to my place.”