Short Stories Part Three.

Many years ago, when I thought I could not have children, I bought a dog. It was Paul who chose the dog and the breed. He knows a lot about animals.

Back then, he looked in the local papers, he saw the description of the perfect dog. I drove us to the house.

I had never heard of the breed. She was a pedigree. I asked the owners, “How come she is SO cheap?” She said, “We want to sell them at this cheap price, to encourage people to buy them, so that people will learn about them.”

She was £100 a lot of money back then.

I chose the girl dog. There were 4 beautiful puppies. The man explained, “You have chosen the pick of the litter, look at her black eyes, and look at her black nose, her eyes, and her nose, make a perfect triangle, everything in equal proportion.” She was too small to take there and then, we left a deposit and left. We collected her weeks later. Before we left, I told them, her name will be Ruth. She is a Bichon Frise.

I was in the Town, this week and a man walked out of the store, my first thought when I saw his handsome face?

The pick of the litter!