“You’ve never owned a poodle, have you?” Jack asked with a small smile. “We had one growing up. Her name was Daisy. Black as night and one of the toughest things in the world. She wasn’t fluffy or polite or tapped around on tip toes. She bounded and barked and played hard ball.” he smiled again, looking skyward. “She was a good dog…
But yeah. Bulldogs are good too, if that’s what you’re into.”
She nodded enthusiastically, all smiles. “They’re cute. People don’t tend to think so but I do.”
“When would you want to stop by the shelter?” he asked.
Jack Maple 