the mom.
“Look, this is our dog.”
This lady lied to my mom’s
face. “This is not your dog. We
bought this dog.”
“You didn’t buy the dog. It’s
our dog.”
They went back and forth. This
woman wasn’t budging, so we went
home to get evidence: pictures of us
with the dogs, certificates from the
vet. I was crying the whole time,
and my mom was losing her
patience with me. “Stop crying!
We’ll get the dog! Calm down!”
We gathered up our
documentation and went back to