Marcy hemmed and hawed for several minutes before finally looking deflated. "I can't, Ty," she finally said.
"It's too much. It was fun today, don't get me wrong, but the rest of my life..." she trailed off with a
shrug.
He nodded, "I understand. We can still spent time as a dogs, too." He stopped, lost in thought. "Marcy, you
want a pet?"
She stopped for a moment before catching on, "You? Why?"
"It's not exactly a secret that I hate my foster family with a passion. I have no family. I'm not sure I
make a good human, anyway."
"Ty..."
He held up a hand, "No, don't say anything. I'm not totally serious. I just want some time to sort things
out. If you don't mind having a pet, then why not spend time as a dog here?"
"My parents won't let me have a dog," she pointed out.
He smiled and snapped his fingers, "I think I can handle that part." He smiled and sat down on the floor like
a dog, "So, I'll give you a choice. What kind of pooch do you want?"