That was the moment Claire knew she was in trouble. Not because Alex was handsome—though he was—but because he saw Gus not as an obstacle to romance, but as a part of her heart.
Gus was her anchor. He’d been there through the promotion, the pandemic, and the breakup with Mark, who had once complained that Gus “stared at him judgmentally.” (Gus had been staring because Mark ate the last slice of pizza without offering any crust.) animal dog dogsex woman
For Claire, the condo had always felt just big enough. Just her, her stack of unread literary fiction, and a Golden Retriever named Gus whose primary hobbies included shedding on dark fabrics and sighing dramatically when he wasn’t getting enough attention. That was the moment Claire knew she was in trouble
Instead, Alex smiled. “Golden Retriever? Late spring shed. He’s blowing his coat.” He’d been there through the promotion, the pandemic,
So when she met Alex—a quiet, bespectacled veterinarian with a shy smile and dirt under his fingernails—Claire had a strict policy: Gus comes first.
But the real test came on the second date. Alex suggested a hike. “Bring the boss,” he said, nodding at Gus’s leash by the door.
In the end, Gus didn’t just accept Alex. He claimed him. Every morning, Alex found the dog curled on his side of the bed. And every night, Claire watched the two of them tussle on the rug, thinking that the greatest love story wasn’t just the one she fell into—it was the one her dog chose for her.