She jumped up from her chair, no longer the aging woman who met me at the door, but now seeming spry. "I'll grab them."
Mrs. Coogs, Phyllis, had three framed pictures on her wall, but they were all of a light brown and white Jack Russell Terrier. At least I thought that was his breed. I'd never been a big dog person.
Total lie.
I used to love dogs, but after begging my parents for thirteen years to get me one, I decided dogs weren't for me. Better than constant disappointment.
Mrs. Coogs returned with a banker's box between her hands, smiling at the contents as she walked into the room. I worried she'd trip and fall, so I met her halfway and carried the box into the living room, setting it in front of the couch.
"I can't decide on his best angle. He's always taken such wonderful pic
