Love on a leash

Lena wasn’t looking for love. She had her work, her tiny apartment and her even tinier dog, Toto, a dachshund with a bark five times bigger than his size. Every morning she took Toto for a walk in the nearest park. On a daily basis they walked on the same path and Toto chased the same squirrel he could never catch.

But one morning the little dachshund broke the routine because he slipped his leash and ran away. Lena thought that she would go insane if she lost her beloved dog. The young girl shouted as Toto was running across the huge grass. She chased him past the fountain, around the old oak until he stopped, right at the feet of a tall, handsome guy with brown hair and green eyes.                                                                                  

“I think he is in love”, the man said as he was sratching behind Toto’s ears.

“I’m so sorry”, Lena said, grabbing the leash. “He usually behaves”

The man smiled. “No apology needed. I’m Jack, by the way.”

“I’m Lena and my bad dog here is Toto.” During their conversation Toto was rolling over like he had known Jack forever. He glanced at Toto, then back at Lena.

“Perhaps he is trying to tell us something. Would you like to meet here tomorrow at 5 P.M and find out?”

“It would be my pleasure and thank you for your invitation.” With that, she walked home with Toto and thanked him because if he hadn’t slipped his leash, Lena wouldn’t have met the boy of his dreams. I recommend that everyone should have a little, bad dachshund.

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