It was very late, and another bottle later, when Monica left to go home. The wine had my head spinning. I saw he was at the bar and I quickly sidled up to him and struck up a conversation. I was talking to Monica who said she knew a local breeder and she would help me find a companion. But finally I agreed and we bought him and took him home. “No” I cried “bad dog” but Adrian just laughed. “My God, are you serious?” I said. She laughed again. I looked at him and he tilted his head to one side. It wasn’t long before we moved in together. I sat computing what she was saying. It wasn’t long before we moved in together. My God he was huge. Monica was engaged elsewhere so I ended up sitting down with Adrian and talking. Sunday night was wet with a real downpour so Trigger (Adrian’s name idea) was inside. Was I really that drunk? “I don’t think I could handle him” I said but both Adrian and Monica said he would scare away any trouble.
