She spotted him from a distance, last cage on the left.
“He’s been here almost four years. Part lab, part spaniel. We named him Jasper,” said the shelter manager.
She took a knee and watched Jasper slowly, hesitantly come to life. He lifted his head followed by a timid wag of his tail. Clearly, he’s experienced disappointment before.
Join the club, she thought.
Finally, the cage door swung open and Jasper emerged, sniffing her hand cautiously before burying his snout in her chest.
She smiled.
If the love of her life was going to have four legs, so be it…
The Weekday One Hundred 