“Taz? I need a favour. Can you come up?” Marco calls his cousin in the afternoon.
“Sure. Give me five minutes.” Taz answers.
Marco smiles at the puppy and scratches behind his ears. The little ball of fur has taken a special place in his heart in the short amount of time they have him. As he goes to open the door for Taz, Lars trots behind him curious about a new person he can smell.
“I’m here, what do you…” Taz stops in the middle of the question and sinks to his knees. “Puppy!” He reaches to pet the small creature with a huge grin on his face. “When did you get a puppy? He is so cute.”
“Morrana bought him for me this morning. One of her friends owns a kennel.” Marco closes the door and sinks to the floor. They both sit there and Lars can’t decide who to sniff first and finally settle
