“I feel like I’ve addressed all your concerns.” “Potty issues?” “Oh. That.” I pat my jacket where the pup is curled up. “She’s wearing a diaper.” A weary sigh. “You got her doggie diapers, didn’t you?” My cheeks heat. “There’s such a thing as doggie diapers?” “Oh, no. No, no, no. She’s wearing a people diaper, isn’t she?” I nod, my ears now heating up too. “Did you at least cut a hole for her tail?” I grin, feeling pretty damn proud of myself for remembering. “Yep.”
