“Can I help you?” asked the very handsome salesclerk.
They were standing in aisle 11 of the pet store.
“No,” she said, “but thanks. I just need a new dog bed and I know what he likes,” she mumbled, pulling a huge fluffy bed from the top shelf.
“Not that big. I pile his blankets on it and some of his toys.”
“He was a rescue. I don’t think he had many days left.”
“My dog is a rescue as well.”
She smiled at him, throwing the bed over the shopping cart.”
“Sure you don’t need help?”
“No,” said the man walking up behind her, throwing a chew bone on top of the bed. “I got it.”
“Hey,” she said, turning around.
“Why didn’t you wait for me?” he laughed. “This looks great, nice and soft and plenty big enough.”
“What’s your dog’s name?” asked the salesclerk.
“Bobby. What’s your dogs name?”
They all laughed.
“That was her name when I got her,” he said, blushing. “I tried calling her something else, but she only responds to Nancy.”
They all nodded knowingly and then went their separate ways.
The couple got home, and emptied the car. They put the dog bed on the floor and loaded it with blankets and toys, then they had dinner.
“Delicious,” he said, grabbing another hunk of bread.
“Glad you like it.”
“Dessert?” he asked.
“Always,” she snickered, getting the chocolate cake off the counter.
They chatted and ate and laughed and then he started yawning.
“Time for bed,” he said, putting his napkin next to his plate.
She nodded and followed him.
She kissed him, then locked the door of the cell. “Goodnight, Bobby.”
“Goodnight sweetheart,” he said, a growl underlying his words.
She didn’t watch him change. She went into her room and closed the door. Morphing into a werewolf hurt, that’s why she put on her headphones and turned up the volume. She read for awhile, then turned off the light. They’d have to buy another dog bed tomorrow. A small price to pay for having a werewolf for a boyfriend.