Apparently he was, because he started for the shop door. Wylie and Garry gathered up everything and they returned to the car with the puppy in the lead.
“Home and then the hospital?” Garry asked.
“Yeah. I don’t think they’ll let me bring Coal in with me.”
“Ah-ha, you finally chose a name for him.”
“I did. He’s coal black, so it fits, right Coal?” Wylie replied as he settled in the passenger seat with the puppy on his lap. Coal yipped and then licked Wylie’s face. “Guess he agrees.”
* * * *
When they were back at the house, Wylie let Coal explore while he went into the kitchen to put the bowls in one corner and fill them. Then he made sandwiches for him and Garry.
“You might have a problem,” Garry said from the archway, taking the sandwich Wylie handed him.
“Oh, hell, what?”
“Come
