Puppy Perspective 1
By Rebel

I tried to go down the stairs, but they were very long and I had just come all the way up them with the other man. So I sat on the landing and looked at Justin, very sadly.

He sat next to me, and pulled me into his lap. I squirmed around until I got my feet back under me, and then I snuffled at his face.

Something tasted like water but it was very salty. I licked at it, but more kept coming. Finally he made a sniffing noise, and we went down the stairs and out the door.

Puppy Perspective 2
By Rebel

We walked very fast for a while. I was tired, but eventually we came to a house. I liked the way it smelled.

A lady opened the door. "Sunshine!" Then she looked at me. I was sitting very, very nicely, and when she smiled, I thumped my tail. "And who's this adorable little puppy?"

She leaned, and I jumped up and kissed her. Her face tasted very different from Justin's face, and also from the other man's.

"Deb, would it be okay if we stayed here tonight?"

She looked surprised. "Fight with Brian?"

Justin shook his head. "I moved out." 

Puppy Perspective 3
By Rebel

The lady was very nice and gave me something she called "cannelloni." I liked it much more than dog food.

"He'll get diarrhea," Justin said. I didn't know what that was; it sounded bad.

"He's been eating out of dumpsters, and you think my cannelloni is going to fuck up his intestines?"

The long walk and the stairs and now this food made me very tired. I went over to where Justin was and lay right on his feet, so I would know if he went anywhere, because I didn't want to be left behind. Then I went to sleep.

Plans
By Rebel

The puppy was asleep on my feet, so I stayed at the table even after I finished the cannelloni.

Debbie sat down across from me. "So, what's going on, Justin? I thought you and Brian had worked things out."

I shrugged. "It’s not turning out how I thought it would."

"Yeah, well, most things don't." She nodded at the puppy. "And how does he fit in? I can't see Brian Kinney sharing his designer loft with a dog."

I snorted. "Neither could he."

Debbie reached across the table, and put her hand on mine. "What are you going to do?"

Time
By Rebel

I took a breath. "Get my own place. It's time I did that. And if Brian and I can work things out, great. If not, then I guess it's time I found that out, too."

Debbie stood up and carried our plates to the sink. "Well, you can stay here until then." She smiled down at the puppy. "And so can he, as long as you feed and walk him more reliably than Michael did when he was eight and we got a puppy."

I laughed. "I'm not eight."

She looked at me a little sadly. "No, Sunshine, you're not."

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