Chapter 4: Dog Days and Heartbeats
Our chat turns into a “praise me” channel. I start sending him updates like a proud parent.
Day one:
Jing: [Shocking! The dog eats so elegantly.jpg]
Jing: [Appetite’s great! In high spirits! (salute)]
Tyler: [Got it. Thanks.]
Day two:
Jing: [Breaking news! Head-pat achievement unlocked! (happy)]
Tyler: [Hm, looks like she really does like you.]
Day three:
Jing: [Adorable pet 4K HD belly rub request.jpg]
Jing: [Nana already treats me like family!]
And one unsent message:
So can I inherit her… owner?
Tyler: [Jing, did you feed her… a love potion?]
Jing: [Just been chatting with her in a cutesy voice~]
Stuff like, “If I pounce on your owner, what are my odds?” That kind of philosophical question. I type it, then delete it. Maybe next time.
Day four:
Jing: [Nana gave me a kiss! (heart hands)]
His reply comes a beat late.
Tyler: [She kissed you?]
I clutch my phone, heart stuttering. Is he jealous, or just surprised? Please let it be jealous.
Just as I’m daydreaming about “winning over the owner while watching his dog,” disaster strikes on day five: Nana throws up…
I race her to the animal hospital, hands shaking as I explain everything to the vet. I’m two seconds from a meltdown.
Thankfully, just as I’m panicking in the waiting room, Tyler bursts in, dusty from work. He must’ve come straight here.
"What happened?"
"I… I did everything you said. She’s been really good, nothing weird…"
I’m flustered, feeling like I’ve failed both of them.
"Just, um, yesterday I couldn’t resist and kissed her a few times."
Tyler pauses mid-comfort, then turns to the vet. He’s calm, but I can see the worry in his eyes.
"Please do a stomach and blood test."
He’s not mad. He’s serious, but not blaming me. Relief floods through me, but I’m still panicking. Is my kiss toxic?
Soon, the results are in. The vet says she’s fine, but Tyler double-checks everything. His attention to detail is weirdly soothing.
He scoops up Nana, who’s already perking up. She gives a little tail wag, like she’s apologizing for the scare.
"It’s nothing serious. Let’s go."
Back at his place, he sets Nana down, glances at the almost-empty bag of dog food, and frowns. He’s trying to piece together the mystery.
"She’s been eating this much?"
"Uh, not really, it’s just—the chicken treats are too good. One for her, one for me, so maybe a bit more than usual…"
What can I say? The dog food smells better than half my snacks. I shrug, hoping he won’t judge me too hard.
Tyler’s mouth twitches. I think he’s fighting a smile, but he hides it quick.
"Nana’s fine. She’s just been eating too much, too well, with her—temporary eating buddy. Her stomach’s a bit too active, might’ve gassed herself out."
"Huh? Not because I kissed her?"
His gaze slides from my face to my lips. The moment stretches, heavy and a little dangerous.
"No."
"But maybe try not to kiss her so much. You don’t know what she’s been in contact with before she kisses you."
"So, I might end up… kissing you, indirectly?"
My ears go nuclear. Did I just say that out loud? Kill me now.
Tyler clearly wasn’t expecting that. His ears go a little pink, and he coughs.
"I mean, places she can reach, like…"
He glances at Nana’s… rear. Message received. I grimace.
"Forget it. Never mind."
I bolt for the door. My heart’s a drumline, and I can’t decide if I’m mortified or giddy.
The invisible wall between me and Tyler? Nana’s farts just blew a hole through it. Sometimes, you need a dog to break the ice.













