Susan smiled and brushed it away with a Gallic shrug. “Life happens, doesn’t it.” She nevertheless pushed the thought from her mind, deciding that she’d done enough moping in the last week to last her a year, or a year and a half on emotional rations. Blinking, she pushed that thought away as being utterly weird.
She allowed herself to be led over to the kennels, eventually stopping in front of a Basenji dog who regarded her with the same level of contempt that her maternal uncle’s wife did whenever she had to be in the same room as Susan. “Ah, I don’t know that he’s particularly taken with me. Do you have something… Fluffier, smarter, and more approving? I don’t know that I could handle getting sassed by my dog. Seamus and Ernie are enough.”