[John is blissfully unaware of this, well, at least outside of his own amusement in regards to it. He pets the wrinkled English bulldog pup on the head, and heads towards the kitchen to sort through the bags of shopping and pet supplies he's brought home.
The pup follows after him, waddling along dutifully.
He casts a sidelong glance at her, unable to keep the slight grin off of his face.]
A puppy, yes. And technically I think it's generally assumed that you adopt each other.
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The pup follows after him, waddling along dutifully.
He casts a sidelong glance at her, unable to keep the slight grin off of his face.]
A puppy, yes. And technically I think it's generally assumed that you adopt each other.