After work, I was taking the recycle/trash bins into the garage when my neighbor came bounding up to me across the front yard.

“We got a new puppy!”

“You did?! Well congrats!”

“Yeah, we got a new one because our other dog died.”

“Aww… I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, our old dog Stacy died.” (I sorta’ figured when I saw the cross erected in the backyard with a bouquet of flowers and a small rock with a dog in front of it.)

“Well what’s your new dog called?”

“Chloe.”

“Chloe? That’s a nice name.”

“Yeah our new puppy… her name is Chloe.”

Then my neighbor ran back home, I’m sure to make sure Chloe felt welcome in her new family.