I stared down at the box resting in front of the door to my apartment. With my foot, I nudged it and let out a sigh of relief when it didn’t move. Someone in the neighborhood had the penchant for leaving boxes of animals at my doorstep. There was one with a litter of kittens, one with at least eight pigeons, and the one with pit terrier.
The terrier… My arm tingled just thinking about it. It latched onto my arm the moment I opened the box, which sent me rolling down the stairs. It ended with a broken ankle.
I nudged the box again, just to make sure there wasn’t anything alive inside, then knelt down and examined it close. Sure enough, Blue Byd’s logo stood proudly on the box’s side.
Giddiness flooded through me. I blushed. My whole face turned red.
“Aw, Crap!” I covered my face with my hands. Why do I always do that?