"Junior!" I call running down the stairs on Sunday morning. "Junior!" I shout again. "Where's that trouble maker?" I groan as Dillon comes out of his room. "Are you sure you want to call the dog after me? I mean Alpha Junior? Isn't that a nickname you call me?" He asks with a laugh. I laugh. "That's why he's called Alpha Junior Junior," I explain adding a small 'duh' at the end. He laughs at my foolishness.
"I think Chip is a better name," he shrugs. I sigh. "It's cute. I say we have to think about it more," I shrug. "Junior!" I shout again. "I mean Chip , or whatever!" I add. Dillon laughs repeating my words under his nose.
A male wolf appears holding a brown bundle. "Is this what you're looking for?" he asks holding up the small puppy. I sigh in relief. "Yes!" I squeal taking the puppy
