Page 46 of Daddy's Shiny Star
Daddy and I loaded it into the SUV and went back inside to get Sancho. “Daddy, I think I made my decision.”
“On what, my love?”
“I think I want to work here and make all the sad animals happy during their stay.”
“We’d love to have you onboard.” Jan went around the counter then handed me a clipboard and pen. “Why don’t you fill out the application and then we can chat for a few minutes. I’m sure Dr. Tim doesn’t mind playing with Sancho for a bit.”
Daddy smiled wide. “I don’t mind that at all. Hey little guy, forgive me for neutering you, but we promise to make you happy.” Everyone around us laughed at my silly daddy.
“I’ll be right back Sancho,” I gave him a quick kiss and daddy got one too, then I followed Jan into an office.
“Sorry for the mess, but there are always animals to play with. This will be a bit informal, just getting a bit of background about you.”
I told her how I’d only had the one job and had been there for years until the store recently closed. That I loved animals, and hoped to someday have more, and even a shelter of our own with lots of land.
“You are the perfect partner for Dr. Tim, and we’d love to have you onboard. The pay isn’t much, minimum wage, but given we’re solely funded by donations.”
“That’s okay as long as I get to play with our guests.”
“I love that, our guests. I may use that in our next email marketing blast. I can schedule you for the same hours Dr. Tim is here if that will work?”
“That works perfectly, and when he’s at the vet clinic, I can work too whenever you need me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Let’s start you on Wednesday at noon when Dr. Tim comes in to do his thing.”
“Thank you, so much. This has been the most perfect day of my life.” Well, one of. Each day with Daddy grew more and more perfect.
Daddy and I said goodbye to everyone with one last big one to all the kitties. Sancho happily trotted along beside us but was too small to jump into the big SUV. I picked him up and tucked him into his special seatbelt Daddybought in the shop, then we were on the road headed to Sancho’s new home.
“Daddy, I don’t think I want to marry you at Disneyland,” I said after we’d tucked into bed. Sancho laid between us, of course.
“Oh yeah, why is that?”
“I want the beach and the sand and no shoes and the sunset.”
“Sounds wonderful, my love. But shouldn’t daddy ask you first before we make plans?”
“You will and someday soon.”
“Snarky boy,” Daddy leaned across Sancho and kissed me.
“Nope, I’m daddy’s shiny star.”
