I step out of the car and help Willow out of her booster seat, half-expecting the dog to try to bite my hand off. But Princess just looks at me, waits for Willow to slide out with my help, and then follows right behind her.
Clara watches it all, scowling.
“C’mon, Princess.” I lead the group into the store. “Let’s get you set up for your new home.”
“Ooohhh, look at this!” Willow exclaims, running to a pile of plush dog beds. “They’re so fluffy! Princess, look!”
Princess trots over as far as her leash will allow. I’m more focused on Clara, who is eyeing the shopping with a raised eyebrow. Sliding over to her, I murmur in her ear, “Our little girl is happy and has a new friend. This is what we wanted.”
Finally, Clara relaxes with a sigh. “I know. I know. You’re right. I just… I was think
