“Well when you think it’s ready for her to meet Roxy, you let me know.” Jack said with a smile. “Roxy’s super friendly with dogs she’s familiar with. She needs a play mate, really…” he looks down at the tiny puppy who was digging into some snow, since they’d paused to talk on the street. “I give her all my attention when I can but you know. When I’m painting I can’t toss a ball all the time.”
“If only you had four arms…?” she asked, smiling up at him teasingly before looking off at the puppy, making sure she didn’t get into trouble.
“If I did I’d hug you all the time.” Jack smiled softly.
Jack Maple 