“He could’ve gotten lost. Somebody might be looking for him.”
“We’ll ask around, but I haven’t heard about anybody losing a dog. He’s full-grown. Mutt. Maybe some husky or Australian shepherd in there with those eyes. Alice will knowthe vet. If somebody lost a dog, she’ll know. Meanwhile she’s closed on Sunday.”
“There must be an emergency number.”
“The only emergency I see is a dog who needs a decent meal, a good bath, and somewhere to rest.”
“You take him home.”
“On that?” He jerked his head toward his bike.
“I’ll wait.”
“You found him.”
“You’d have found him two minutes later.”
“There you go. Look, take him home, and I’ll go pick up some supplies for him. You get him to the vet tomorrow, I’ll split the bill with you. You’re not taking that dog to the shelter. If they don’t find the ownersand I’m betting they’re long gonethey’ll probably put him down.”
“Oh, don’t say that.” Turning a frustrated circle, she gripped fists in her hair. “Don’t say that so I feel guilty and obligated. Wait, waithe’s filthy, and he smells amazing.”
Naomi grabbed the old blanket she carried in the back, spread it out.
“There you go. You’ll be all right. I’ll run back, get what you need. I’ll meet you back at your place.”
Trapped, as Xander strode back to his bike, swung on, kick-started it to a roar, and zoomed away, she looked back at the dog. “You just better not get carsick.”
She drove slowly, eyes flicking to the rearview, but didn’t hear any sounds of sick dog.
When she pulled up in front of her house, she wondered if the most excellent work she’d done that afternoon had been worth dealing with a stray, starving dog for a night.
She got out, walked around to open the back. “Yes, that’s an amazing smell that will potentially take weeks to dissipate. Not entirely your fault, of course, but you smell disgusting. I don’t guess you could just jump out on your own.”
He bellied over a little, tried to reach her hand with his tongue.
“Never mind. You’re skinny enough I could pick you up and probably carry you a half a mile without breaking a sweat. But you’re just too dirty and smelly. We’ll wait for Xander. Stay there. Just stay.”
She dashed into the house, filled a plastic cup with water, grabbed some flatbread crackers. Best she could do.
When she dashed out again, the dog was whining, sniffing at the edge of the back. “No, no, just wait. A little refreshment, that’s all. Here, here’s a cracker.”
He all but inhaled it, and six others, then slurped and lapped the water from the cup.
“That’s a little better, isn’t it? He’s not going to be long. He really better not be long because every minute you’re in there is another week it’s going to take to air out the smell.”
This time when she broke down to pet him, the dog turned his head, nuzzled her hand. “Yeah, I guess that’s a little better.”
She went back into the car for the orange Fanta, then followed impulse and pulled out her camera.
“We can make flyers for the vet, for the shelter, for whatever.”
She took several photos while he stared at her with those strange blue eyes, so strongly colored against the dirty brownand felt ridiculous relief when she heard the sound of an engine.
Xander, now in his truck, pulled up behind her.
The dog’s tail thumped.
“Fancy crackers?”
“I didn’t have kibble handy.”
“We got some. Better feed him out here in case he sicks it up again.”
“Good thinking.”
Xander, obviously not delicate about the dirt or smell, lifted the dog out. The dog stood this time, looked a little wobbly, while Xander hauled an already-open fifty-pound bag of dog food out of the truck.
“Think you got enough food?”
Xander only grunted and poured some into a big plastic blue bowl.
“Hey.”
She caught the red bowl he tossed.
“For water.”
Naomi went around the side, where she had a hose to water the so-far-imaginary garden.
When she came back, the dog had wolfed down every morsel and appeared capable of doing it again.
His tail swung back and forth with more energy.
“Water first, big guy.” Xander took the bowl, set it down. The dog drank like a camel.
“I don’t care if you think I’m heartless, but that dog’s not coming in the house unless we can deal with that smell.”
“Yeah, yeah, can’t blame you. Somewhere along the line he rolled in something dead. They just love doing that. So we give him a bath. Probably a couple of them. Hose around there?”