“How about today?”
He was startled, but answered evenly. “Can’t. Too busy.”
“I see that,” the dog answered, nodding. “But maybe just for a little while? It’s such a nice day.”
He didn’t answer, kept typing, kept typing, willed his heart to slow down.
“You could take a peek out the window,” the dog continued. “See how nice it is? Sunny, warm. Nobody out there waiting, not a soul. You’d be perfectly safe. We could take a walk, maybe just to the end of the street, you and me.”
“Sure,” said the dog, with some resignation. “Maybe tomorrow.”