Over a week went by, and still no one contacted me about a lost dog.
“Well, I guess that means…” I paused, then turned to reach for the flyer.
“…YOU CAN STAY WITH US!” we all cheered.
The puppy jumped on me. Again.
“What will you name him, Ajdin?” Uncle Tibbs asked.
I scratched my head. I hadn’t thought about it too much.
“How about… Fido?” I said. The puppy shook his head.
“Rover? Clifford? Lassie? Jerry? Sequoia 2.0?” The puppy yawned.
“Ah…. hmmm… how about… since I met you in a park… how about… Parker?”
“Okay then… everyone, meet Parker, my new puppy!”