“I don’t have room for them…” Jack said, looking out into the lounge where all his art things were. They even gradually moved into his poor kitchen, which had a few paintings on the walls and art brushes in glasses and jars. He didn’t evn have a couch so when he ate, he mostly did it standing up with Roxy down around his ankles.
Like now. Only now Stella was with her, both giving the two the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.
“No, pizza’s bad for you.” he said to the two dogs. “You’ll get sick.”
She giggled down at them, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “Poor things..it’s so hard to resist that face..but I don’t want to give them gas..especially Roxy..”
Still, Stella leapt up and tried begging but to no avail. She didn’t want her to get used to human food.
“Are you okay now then?” she asked, turning to look back at Jack.
“Um.” Jack blushed, and filled his mouth with pizza, feeling shame. Why was he such a man? Getting so uppity and silly over something that was meant to be harmless fun? Yet his body had a mind of its own. Literally. He shrugged his shoulders at her. “I guess. After this though I’m. I might go to bed. I’m sorry but I’m tired…”
Jack Maple 