I let my new pal on the couch since he was fresh and clean, and I stroked him, hopefully making him feel safe and loved. “We’ve got to get you a name, bruh,” I said, still stroking him. I thought of some cool names, but they didn’t fit him. They were either too simish, too young, or too silly. “I got it. I’m gonna call you Hunter because I searched for you all day. Do you like that name? Hunter?”
There was no way to tell if he actually approved, but he seemed pleased with whatever I was saying. It also could have been my hand behind his ear. Maybe that’s his spot. Tee hee hee.
Hunter hopped off the couch and ran around the house as if he saw nothing but open fields. Mommy sat next to me, shaking her head at him.
“He’s a little rambunctious, isn’t he?”
He is, and I love that about him! He’s so much different than Shiloh in a good way. I wouldn’t consider myself someone who leads an active lifestyle, but I don’t love staying home and being cooped up. I like running around and playing with my doggie friends. Shiloh enjoys it to a point. She loves our morning walks and occasionally plays on her own, but that’s about it. Hunter will definitely keep up with me more.
“I’m glad you found him, but don’t forget about my baby,” Mommy said.
How could I?! My first ever dog friend? My best girl? Never!
