Betty curled on the lady's lap, warm and sleepy. She could barely hear them talking. It sounded like leaves on a warm day and nothing out of place.
"We can do this. There's just no way I'm going to turn this dog back onto the street." The lady said it with petting, so the feel of warmth on Betty's head seemed to come from the words themselves.
"Absolutely - it's just not going to be easy. We don't know anything about this dog. If she's sick, if she's housebroken, if she's been abused. And we have so much to clean up and get ready for her. How will we get it all done?"
The lady's hand and the man's hand curled together in the middle of the car seemed to answer the question, and Betty could hear the slight rumble of a pebble driveway which she knew was just in front of a wooden house.
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