"Come on, Wilson!" I encourage our puppy as he stares up at us with his ears up.
"Come on, Wilson, go pee." Grace tries, talking in a baby voice.
Wilson looks at us for a second, before he lays down on the wee wee pad.
We groan, both of us going on our knees, "He has to pee, he hasn't yet today and he drank so much water. Why isn't he peeing?"
"Will you just freaking piss already?"
He continues to look up at us as he lays there.
I pick him up and make him stand up, "Okay Wilson, on the count of three, you pee."
"One," he stares, "Two," his head tilts to the side, "Three!" He lays back down.
"We're hopeless, I'm calling Ashton."
"Why?" I question, kinda secretly wanting her too.
"Because he seems the most mature out of all of us, he would probably know what to do," she says, pulling out her phone, "And Luke is out with his mom right now."
"Is it okay if I do?"
"Yeah," I shrug, "I don't care."
She brings the phone to her ear, "Ashton, we need help."
"No no, everyone's fine," she smirks at me, causing me to raise an eyebrow at her, "Can you just come over?"
"Okay, bye." She hangs up and puts her phone back in her pocket, "He is already out so he's coming, he should be here in a few minutes."
I nod, running a hand through my hair. Does it look okay? Is this flannel too baggy? Should I be wearing my combat boots?
"You look fine, Cat." My head snaps to Grace, and she shakes her head laughing.
I don't question her, before I look down at Wilson who is now sitting up.
I sit on the floor and pull him into my lap.
"Why won't you pee, Wilson?" I ask, petting his head, "It would make all of our lives a lot easier."
"If we can train him to use the wee wee pads, how will we train him to go when we take him for walks." Grace says.
"One step at a time," I smile, continuing to pet our puppy. He's so cute.
I love him.
There's a knock on the door, and my heart flutters.
"Wow, he wasn't kidding when he said he was a few blocks away," Grace says, walking over to the door and opening it, revealing Ashton in a black tank top and basketball shorts with sneakers on. His hair is in a bun too, Lord help me.
"Sorry, I was just at the rink," he laughs, coming in and seeing me on the floor.
"Um-" he says, his eyes wide, "That's a dog."
"Really?" I question, "Wow, here I was, thinking I was petting a coconut."
He rolls his eyes and laughs, before walking over to me.
I stand up with the puppy and Ashton pets his head gently, "Oh my god, his eyes are so cool, he's so cute."
"I know," Grace and I both grin.
I look at Ashton as he is a few inches from me, his eyes trained on the puppy he is petting.
"What's his name?"
"Wilson." I smile, and he looks up at me, catching me staring at him.
I look away quickly, before setting Wilson back down the wee wee pad.
