Fifty-eight.

Elle POV.

A pet, what would I want as a pet, I had to ask my friend Paul for suggestion, he said a stuffed dog, a stuffed cat a stuffed cat. That guy just enjoys teasing me way too much, when I told him I want a real living pet, he just said I’d kill it or maybe be too afraid of it, I did tell him I’m getting a dog that could bite him, that brought on another teasing all together, he did bring up all kind and types of small dogs, a very small dog.

“Paul, no fun, I want a real dog, not a rat” I say with a big pout.

“Oh a rat, you could raise a rat, when you forget to feed him, he’ll eat your ears” he tease me getting closer to my ears, I push him off.

“My table is calling” I say going to work, still thinking about ideas for pet, I like dogs, I really want to have a dog, but not a small dog, I want a real dog, one that can bite Pauly in the bum-bum, I think to myself with a giggle.

“What you laughing about you nut job?” he asks me, I smile even wider, I got a great idea.

“I want a