𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌; 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧

➝ ᵗʰⁱʳᵗʸ⁻ᶠⁱᵛᵉ

⊰ 𝙽𝚘𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅 ⊱

the next day, chase decided to take me to go play with the puppies since i'm not allowed to have pets at home.
we let at 11:30, so we quickly got lunch before heading the pet store.
as soon as we got there, there was an open pit with puppies running around happily.
i gasped and ran inside, immediately sitting down and picking up one of the puppies.
"we're just here to play with the puppies. got any  kittens?" chase asked.
the lady at the front counter led him toward the room with the cats.
i stayed with the puppies.
the all jumped on me and wagged their tails playfully, as i picked them up and pet them.
i picked up one of the puppies and held him close to my face kissing his nose.
he was a pure bred golden retriever, small and just seemed like such a happy puppy. 
he barked and licked my face.
"awhh, you givin' me lickies? you are so precious!" i said, bringing him closer to me.
i tried to put him down but he just climbed back onto my lap.
i grabbed on of the other puppies and he jumped up, putting his paws on my chest.
i pet his head and gave my attention back to the other puppies.
he barked at me and licked my face, earning a little giggle from me.
"i'm sorry, the other puppies wanna play too." i said.
i went back to paying my attention to the other puppies, with him walking away and laying down in his bed.
i could see him watching through the corner of my eye and i started to fee bad.
i made my way over to him and pulled him onto my lap, scratching his head loving.
he immediately perked up and rubbed up against me.
he was so cute.
"you can take him home if you want? he half price compared to the other puppies." one of the workers said. she leaned on the wall outside of pen.
"oh i wish, but i got to a sleep away school and they don't allow animals." i said. "why is he half price?" i asked.
"well, he has separation anxiety so he's a bit harder to take care off. any pets with some kind of disorder, mental or physical problems are half price. i think it makes those poor pets seems less-than but you know. the boss loves it so i just enhance it." the worker said.
"oh. well he's precious and i wish i could take him." i said.
then chase came back over.
"hey." he smiled, getting in the pen with me.
"hey." i said.
he sat down next to me and start the pet the puppy sitting in my lap. "who's this?" he asked.
we both looked at the worker.
"he doesn't have one, none of the puppies do. we don't name them before hand so that if the buyer wants to name them they can."  she said.
"oh, thats pretty nice." chase said.
he watched as i pet the puppy with a smile on my face.
"you like him don't you?" he asked.
"seems like he likes me, i tried to play with the other puppies and he just wanted to be on me." i said. "but he's such a good boy." 
"yeah?" chase asked.
i nodded.
"we'll take him." chase said, looking up at the worker. 
"what?" i asked.
"don't worry, we'll sneak him in." chase said. 
"listen, if you guys can make it work you can have him. we've had several people come in here and play with him but the minute we told the about his disorder it was a no." she said.
"oh, well it doesn't matter anymore because he's going to be ours." i said.
"alright, come with me." the worker smiled.
i quickly put the puppy down and followed chase out seeing him whine as i left.
"don't worry baby, i'm coming right back for you." i said.
we quickly signed some paper work and made the transaction before picking some stuff out for him.
we paid for everything and grabbed him from the pit, giving him a kiss on his nose.
"i'm back!" i said.
he panted and wagged his tail happily, as i put him over my shoulder and headed out.
"what should we name him?" i asked.
"kyle?" chase suggested.
"kyle? why kyle? thats a white boy name." i said.
"we are white boys." chase said.
"okay but we're good white boys, we're not racist and uncultured. we season our food chase." i said.
"good point, good point. what about rocky?" he said.
"rocky? eh." i said.
"lefty?" chase said. 
"lefty. hey bud, you like that?" i asked, bringing the puppy to my face. 
he barked happily.
"lefty it is." i said, putting him back over my shoulder.