Tom and Desai are brought together by circumstance, friendship, and understanding of what each other really need from the other. A monster threatens their happiness, but they rise above to reach the pinnacle they both want and need. True love always...
The next three weeks the weather in London was off and on hot, then rain. Desai had just come from Diana's and having dinner; they were becoming good friends again. Bobby was spending the weekend with nana so that Desai could hopefully catch up on some of her crafting and making sure the new editions to the house and yard were going well. She smiled as she looked out the window at the people walking about trying to stay dry from the spring rain then screamed, "Stop! Pull over!"
Her driver was about to ask her what was wrong when she bounded out of the car and ran over to a barely recognizable little animal and without a single thought about getting cold or wet she removed her scarf and wrapped the poor little imp in it then calmly returned to the car.
"Shhh, love. It's okay now," she softly spoke as she scratched lightly behind the little ball of thoroughly-sodden and muddy fluff's ears, as she held it close to her. One look at those tiny adorable baby blues and she knew her heart was lost.
The puppy was sitting quietly on what was left of her lap, bundled up in her oversized scarf while they rode in the back seat toward home. Every once in a while a cold wet nose would nudge her wrist reminding her to continue to pay attention to her new-found companion. "Who would leave you out like that, love?"
Upon getting home Desai thanked her driver then headed straight for the bathroom. It was rainy and the little bundle of muddy fur was shaking. "A warm bath for you sweetheart is in order..."
There was no collar, no tattoo ID that she could see. She would definitely take him to the vet to see if he was chipped, but that would have to wait until tomorrow.
She contemplated the small dirty furry face staring back at her, "What shall we call you? There's already a Bobby ..."
"He'll be easier to name once he's clean," she muttered to herself as she placed the small dirty bundle in the bath. The moment she turned the water on the puppy became a wiggling, yipping mass of excitement.
"That's two votes in favor of bath time. Excellent." Desai chuckled, "Sorry love, I don't have any puppy shampoo. We'll just add that to the list." Her shampoo would just have to do to get the dirt washed from her new friend's fur, "At least you'll smell nice... 'cause you a stinky little boy." As she cleaned the perpetually-wriggling body the fur color continued to lighten ending up a mix of light to medium blond once bath time was over.
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Desai scooped the puppy up in a towel and placed him on the floor so she could snap a quick picture before drying him off. When the puppy tried to bounce off the towel toward her she scooted him back again. "Hold on there kiddo," she laughed, "Staaaaay." After sending the photo to Thomas with an accompanying message of 'Look what I found today!' she turned her attention back to rubbing the puppy's fur dry. Oakley or Magnus seemed a fitting name.
She scrolled, single-handed, through an internet search trying to match the body type to a breed of dog before giving up and searching for the closest vet. They'll certainly be able to tell me what type of dog it is — and tell me why Oakley or Magnus is limping slightly.
