Peggy let the puppy plop down in her lap and shamelessly beg for a belly rub, which she was happy to give. “I’m sure that she absolutely adores you. You picked a wonderful dog. She’s happy and friendly and a perfect complement to you.” She continued to play with the puppy as Steve wondered back into the kitchen. “Milk and one sugar if you have it. Honey if not.”
“Well I didn’t really pick her.” Steve continued from the kitchen, mixing up the tea as she requested. “Do you remember? She was left on my doorstep. Someone ‘anonymously’ gave her to me.” he grinned a bit at the word, as he’d since found out the benefactor. “So really, it’s the luck of the draw that we mesh so well together.”
