Sometimes, Beulah missed the loneliness of her first days in town. Now Carlos was always coming around. When she and her Doberman, Flora, took an evening walk, he “just happened” to run into them.
He sometimes brought Beulah wine, flowers or take-out for dinner. It might have been flattering, but it was all too evident who he came to see. “Who’s a good dog, then?” Unfailingly, he had a treat in his pocket. And Flora, who had always been somewhat aloof to anyone but Beulah, obviously returned his affection.
It was enough to make Beulah think of getting a cat.
He sometimes brought Beulah wine, flowers or take-out for dinner. It might have been flattering, but it was all too evident who he came to see. “Who’s a good dog, then?” Unfailingly, he had a treat in his pocket. And Flora, who had always been somewhat aloof to anyone but Beulah, obviously returned his affection.
It was enough to make Beulah think of getting a cat.
