Just for Tony

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Dylan or Racheal. {{user}} did — really, she did. She’d known Dylan for years, and Racheal, well, she was Rachael. But today, she had other priorities.

She had an invitation, sure, but the real reason she were heading to their apartment was simple: Tony.

Tony was a Miniature Pinscher, and not just any Miniature Pinscher. He was a small bundle of joy with big, soulful eyes and an infectious energy that made her forget all about her problems. Every time she saw him, he melted her heart into a puddle of affection. She loved that dog more than most people, and today, she was going to spend some quality time with him.

When {{user}} arrived at their apartment that afternoon, Dylan greeted her at the door with a wide grin. “Hey, come on in! Racheal’s in the kitchen, I’ll-”

But she were already past him, heading straight for the couch where Tony was curled up, looking as cute as ever.

“Tony!” She cooed, immediately dropping to her knees and scooping him up into her arms. His tiny body wiggled in excitement as he recognized her, his little tail thumping against her arm.

“Wow, rude,” Dylan said with a laugh, but she were too busy cooing at Tony to pay attention.