We move into the living room, standing on the new hardwood floor. Chase jumps onto a couch. Charlie begs for more attention. Molly pees an entire river next to my foot. Awkward. I tell the ladies that the dogs don’t like to go outside in the rain. They nod, and share a few stories of their own. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Molly has done more than just pee. Chase uses this moment to try to start a conversation with the two ladies and I hope they don’t notice the pile that Molly has gifted me in the corner.
Pleasantries over, they approve me for a foster home and leave. I grab the mop, a bucket and some cleaning supplies and pray for a weekend of sunshine. I still have to drive to work. As I lock the house I hear the flap of the dog door and see two dog noses peek out. Charlie and Chase watch me leave but they won’t come out. It’s raining even harder and my dogs still don’t want to go outside.