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And the third, the one whose photo had pulled her here, danced in place as he stared up at her with big brown eyes.
“Solo,” she said, pointing at the biggest. “Lando. My boys are Star Wars fans. We’re calling this little sweetie Yoda. We’ve only had him for a few days.”
“Can I…”
“Of course. Lando! Sit, stay. Yoda is about ten months old,” Lucy said when Sonya crouched down to pet him. “And he really is a sweetie. He’s housebroken, current on his shots. He—as you can see—gets along just fine with other dogs, with cats—we have two—and people. He’s great with kids—I have three.”
Sonya heard it all, but vaguely, as she felt herself falling as the dog nuzzled her hand, then lifted both his front paws onto her knee.
“A prize-winning Boston terrier got seduced by a dachshund mix,” Lucy explained. “So he’s got the brindle terrier face and coloring and the stubby legs and slightly elongated body from his dad. He’s no show dog, so they didn’t want him.”
“Aw,” said Sonya, and felt her heart melting.
“But they kept him until he was weaned, I’ll give them that. And when he was about four months old, gave him to a couple who ended up getting a divorce a few months after that. Neither wanted him, poor little guy.
“He likes you,” Lucy observed. “But then, he likes everybody. Have you ever had a dog?”
“Yes.” Sonya gave up, sat on the floor, and let the dog crawl into her lap and kiss her face. “When I was growing up. When I lived in Boston, worked in an office, I wasn’t home enough to have a dog. It didn’t seem fair. Look at you. Look at those ears.”
“You’re up at Lost Bride now.”
“That’s right, and I work from home.”
“Planning on staying then?”
Cuddling the dog, Sonya looked up. “Yes.”
“I’m asking because he deserves a stable home. He’s been passed off twice already. I’d keep him myself because, well, he really is a sweetheart. But I made a deal with my husband we wouldn’t have more animals than humans, and we’ve got two dogs, two cats, and a guinea pig.”
Sonya ran a hand over the smooth, tiger-striped brown fur. “I’m making a home here. I can make a home for him. I was only going to look today.” Sonya cupped the dog’s face in her hands. “But here he is. Yoda’s a good name.”
“Is it?”
“What did they call him—the divorced couple?”
“Stubby.”
“Oh, well. It’s cute, I guess, but it’s not dignified, is it? Yoda’s dignified and wise. He looks wise. And Yoda was small but powerful.”
“My boys’ll be happy to know he’s going with someone who knows her Star Wars.”
“I can adopt him?”
“Looks to me like he’s already adopted you. Have you got supplies?”
“Not a thing,” she said cheerfully. “We’ll go shopping on the way home. If you can tell me the brand of food he likes, and the vet you use. We need stuff,” she told Yoda. “We need to get you bowls and a bed. We need toys and treats.”
At that all three dogs sent up a howl.
“You said thetword.” Lucy laughed. “That’s fine, treats all around. And you get an adoption package to get you started after we do the paperwork. You can take the bed he’s been using because it’ll comfort him. And because I like you.”
“Thanks for that. I like you, too. What you do is just lovely and loving.”
“Come on into the kitchen. We’ll get thoset’s, and the paperwork. My husband works for your cousins.”
“At Poole Shipbuilders?”
“That’s right.”
