She hated mornings. Mornings were not mornings unless you had a cup of freshly brewed coffee before you. And now with her having moved out of the Shrine, mornings were even more of a chore. She thanked the kami that it was a Saturday and she could continue to stay nestled within her warm cocoon or so she thought until the phone rang.
Muttering under her breath when she looked at the caller ID, she answered with a cranky “Moshi moshi.”
It was Sango. She had to deal with a last minute rescheduling of personal training since Ayame was called to deal with an emergency of a personal nature and Miroku was up to his eyeballs at the clinic he was working at.
“Please Kagome, I wouldn’t’ have called you in the morning if I really had no one else to take Kirara. I even asked Shippo! I have an hour before I have to leave for my class. You’re my last hope,” she pleaded. Kirara was Sango’s darling golden retriever and Sango was extremely paranoid about her. Sango was convinced that the world was terrible and there were people out there who would be happy to make off with a beautiful golden retriever just because they fetched a high price on the black market for pets.
Kagome sighed. It wasn’t as if she had anything planned for the day aside from lazing in bed and making a pathetic attempt to clean her somewhat cluttered and slightly grimy apartment. Besides, Kirara was an absolute angel. How difficult could taking her to the vet be?