*intentional? no of course not. he held the pug closer to his chest, her little body giving off a whole lot of heat he needed since he was fairly slender* h-hah. a coincidence, really… *not that he’d admit to naming a dog after a pretty woman on the news, of course not!*
“Really?” She looked over her shoulder and quirked an eyebrow, deciding to tease him a bit. “Or maybe you have a crush on her and thought naming your dog after her was a sort of tribute?”
*and he’s walking grape. jack sucks on his bottom lip as Roxy is quite content to be carried by her daddy, at least until she spots a german shepherd across the road. she begins to bark, loudly, and jumps out of his arms and if it weren’t for the leash she would have run out at the dog. much like a little dog, picking fights beyond their league*
r-roxy! n-no, bad girl! n-no…! *he gently tugs, pulling her away even if the shepherd across the road barely notices*
Jack Maple 