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Fletcher has a dog.
It's not technically his dog and he'll deny up and down that he wants anything to do with the beast, but the undeniable fact is this: he has a dog.
"When a dog hangs around your house and you feed it and play with it," Hannah had pointed out once, much to his exasperation, "And then name it, it's essentially yours. All you're missing is a collar."
But it's not really Fletch's dog.
His name is Wallace. He's a rugged, large mix of Scottish Deerhound and what Fletcher thinks is probably wild dog or wolf, and though he's friendly around Fletcher, he seems to hate just about everything else. Fletch thinks this is hilarious. In truth, it's one of the first things that endeared the animal to him, but that doesn't mean it's his dog.
Because it's not.
On top of the fact that he doesn't want the responsibility of another living thing weighing him down (Wallace only stops by sometimes and Fletcher is usually eating when he does; if his mother found out he wasn't sharing...), he doesn't want to bring an obviously wild animal into his home and captivity. His logic behind this is absolutely perfect: first of all, Wallace would probably pee all over everything, or gnaw the first thing in sight, or both. Second of all, Wallace is an awfully dirty thing carrying who knows what diseases, and Fletch very much values his health. He considered giving the dog a bath, once, but he also values his intact body parts; that dog's jaw is about the size of his head.
Wallace seems happy enough with the setup, anyway, so as far as Fletch is concerned, he doesn't really, technically have a dog.
(Except he does.)
It's not technically his dog and he'll deny up and down that he wants anything to do with the beast, but the undeniable fact is this: he has a dog.
"When a dog hangs around your house and you feed it and play with it," Hannah had pointed out once, much to his exasperation, "And then name it, it's essentially yours. All you're missing is a collar."
But it's not really Fletch's dog.
His name is Wallace. He's a rugged, large mix of Scottish Deerhound and what Fletcher thinks is probably wild dog or wolf, and though he's friendly around Fletcher, he seems to hate just about everything else. Fletch thinks this is hilarious. In truth, it's one of the first things that endeared the animal to him, but that doesn't mean it's his dog.
Because it's not.
On top of the fact that he doesn't want the responsibility of another living thing weighing him down (Wallace only stops by sometimes and Fletcher is usually eating when he does; if his mother found out he wasn't sharing...), he doesn't want to bring an obviously wild animal into his home and captivity. His logic behind this is absolutely perfect: first of all, Wallace would probably pee all over everything, or gnaw the first thing in sight, or both. Second of all, Wallace is an awfully dirty thing carrying who knows what diseases, and Fletch very much values his health. He considered giving the dog a bath, once, but he also values his intact body parts; that dog's jaw is about the size of his head.
Wallace seems happy enough with the setup, anyway, so as far as Fletch is concerned, he doesn't really, technically have a dog.
(Except he does.)
