*he tilts his head, smiling faintly. wow, she had planned a lot… he sets Roxy down, and the little black pug begins running around her daddy excitedly at the prospect of going out, even in this cold weather*
maybe… maybe we can go for a walk… *hard to believe he’s saying this, he HATES going outside but… she’s giving him some kind of courage. he’s thankful for that* and work it out from there?
“Sounds good!” she cheers, taking the dog treats out of the bag and setting the rest down, intent on throwing it out. She sets his present against a wall making sure to be careful not to damage it. “Um..is it okay if I ask how old you turned?”
I wonder if he’s younger or older than I am.
oh, oh no it’s okay to ask that… *he makes his way to a hat rack by the door and pulls down a purple leash. Roxy races up to him and does an odd little skittery dance in joy as he kneels down to connect it to her collar* i’m only 29. n-next year is the big 30…
*collar on, Roxy begins to pull him towards the door, tiny tail wagging*
Jack Maple 