The little pup squirmed in his arms. The runt of the litter was his best friend. They did everything together. The Librarian would even let the dog come inside. Following him between the rows, looking for a book to take to their favourite spot where he would read out loud to his four footed partner.
| Now, it was all a memory, except for the pictures on the mantel. “What’s his name?” “Sooner.” “That’s an odd name.” “Naw, he came by it honest. When he was a pup, he’d sooner pee on the floor than go outside. The name stuck.” |  |
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - December 15, 2016 - write a story about the importance of a name.
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