Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Alright, that should do it."

As the nanny began to brush the dog's fur, it was the closest she had ever been to Fitch, her hands trembling slightly with

nervousness.

Ozzy was still a pup, so grooming him didn't take long.

Once Ozzy was brushed and looking sharp, Fitch scooped him up, intending to attach his new dog tag. But the tag was too heavy

for the little guy; it would just get in the way when he walked.

With a casual toss, Fitch placed the tag in a corner of the bedroom and set Ozzy down on the floor.

In the middle of the night, Fitch was awakened by Ozzy's whimpers. Flicking on the bedside lamp, he saw the puppy curled up

under the bed, not in his cozy little bed.

Worried, Fitch picked up Ozzy and gave him a gentle shake. The puppy didn't open his eyes or respond.

Panicked, Fitch dialed the vet, asking for an immediate house call. But then, thinking better of it, he started throwing on his trench

coat.

"I'll cover. Meetat the clinic; we've got all the meds there."

He draped his coat over his pajamas, wrapped Ozzy in a nearby scarf, and rushed out to his car.

Driving himself, Fitch reached the clinic in ten minutes. He strode in, holding Ozzy close, a grim look on his face.

After the vet had checked the little dog, poking and prodding, he cto a conclusion.

Haskins, Ozzy might just have been

had left Ozzy

his black pajamas and overcoat.

was a shock

stare, they handed

Mr. Haskins. Puppies need sleep and, just like humans, they dream. A little

looking at Ozzy now back to normal, he couldn't be

"Thank you," he said.

Ozzy, he walked out of the

the

rushed for his little mutt. Seems pretty tender to

the Haskins family tender? Do you know how

under his thumb."

pets can't be that

gift from someone he likes. Heartless to

know who

"No idea."

went round in circles, but

with Ozzy comfortably asleep on the passenger seat,

Fitch gently placed Ozzy into the bedside dog bed. The puppy

moment, unsure of what he was looking

bed, sleep eluded him. It wasn't his first bout of insomnia, but he couldn't pinpoint the

again in the middle of the night, an itch deep in his bones

and went downstairs, the pain and itching

sofa, his

phone rang.

He's been

"You sure?"

around a cigarette, her face smirking. "Doubting