Little Buttons
by
Zalman Velvel
I parked the car, and we were on our way to the movies when I saw it. It was pitch black, maybe two months old, sitting by the bushes, crying softly. I steered my wife away from it.
"Oh! Look at that poor puppy."
She noticed it.
"Honey, the movie is starting right now. It’s 7:30." I gently guided her forward.
"I'll bet someone just dumped it there."
She stopped and looked back. I held her hand tighter.
"It's not our problem." I glanced at my watch.
"But it's only a puppy!"
She uncoupled our hands, went over, bent down, and petted it.
"Poor little baby, you're all alone, aren't you? You miss your Momma, don't you? "
It stopped crying, got excited, danced around, and then urinated. It was a male, containing many unknown and varied pedigrees.
"Honey …" I interrupted.
It was 7:40. Clint Eastwood's craggy face was flickering on the movie screen now.
"I'll bet you're hungry, aren't you, you cute little button nose?"
"Honey, don't pick it up. You don't know where it's been, or what diseases it has. You're pregnant, for God's sake!"
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