Puppy Love Part II – Who is Murf?

cute puppy

“A cute furball with eyes,” is how Livy describes her new puppy, Murf.

If MURF were an acronym, what would it stand for? Give me your best shot in the comments. To start off, here’s my best shot:

My  U   R   Fluffy!

And now, time for excerpt #3 from Sapphire Secrets, when the reader meets Murf for the first time:

The last class of the day had ended. The half-light of dusk slowly faded outside Saffire’s office window. Livy, munching a sandwich, peered at the crate next to her where her new puppy curled up like a snowball. His whiffling snores assured her he was fast asleep. Her heart swelled.

“I can’t believe how many parents don’t stay and watch their kids’ classes,” DeeDee huffed. “They must think we’re a babysitting service.”

“One hundred bucks a month is a pretty expensive babysitter,” Livy replied, still eyeing the crate. She swung her soft-shoed feet to the top of the desk. “But Will isn’t like that. I can tell he’s engaged in what’s going on with Amity.”

“When it comes to dads, he’s one of the good ones.”

“Speaking of Will—” Livy paused for dramatic effect. “He and Roxanne finally split up.”

“The source of that goofy grin on your face.”

“No, the goofy grin is due to cute little Murf. Not Will.”

“Yeah, right.”

“But Will’s cute too, isn’t he?”

DeeDee fixed her with a knowing smile and bit into her own sandwich.

“Then again, so is Kinzie and Lacie’s dad,” said Livy. “Maybe if you give him a little encouragement, he’d ask you out.”

“Scott ‘Mr. Hotness’ Lorenzo?”

“He is the epitome of hot. He’s got a quiet intensity about him like he’s pondering how to solve the world’s problems.” Livy snickered. “And a cute Southern accent.”

“He seems a little uptight.” DeeDee tossed her sandwich wrapper in the recycling bin.

“I read his vibe as intense.” Livy wiped her fingers. “Not uptight.”

“Whatev.”

“Anyway, keep your paws off Will.” Livy kept her tone light but firm. “I’ve got dibs.”

A plaintive whimper drifted toward her. The six-week-old puppy had awakened and was sniffing around for food.

“Ah, Murf.” She stepped to the crate and picked up the fluffy white bundle, snuggling him next to her cheek. She’d bought the tiny Samoyed from a breeder last week, and soon he would be ready to stay home alone. Until then, he’d scarcely left her side.

She kissed his soft head, nestled him back in his crate, and then refilled his food bowl. Between bites, the pup yelped in the same manner he did when DeeDee’s big yellow tabby took a swipe at him, as she so often did at home. Livy stroked his back with her finger. “Don’t cry, baby boy. Miss Piggy isn’t here. I know you hate her killer paws, but on the inside she’s a very sweet kitty.”

Murf searched her face with opaque black eyes, clearly unconvinced.

Copyright @2015 by DVC

One response

  1. My Urbane Ruff Friend

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