If they had any pets, they possibly reimbursed a fortune for a purebred with papers and a dog rambler to take care of their pedigree canines and ladle the poop.
Shirley would certainly acquire a refuge pet. She had told him so, exactly after asking his approval to have an animal in her lodgings.
He didn't love the notion of leaving an animal lonely for lengthy streetds, else he had have a puppy. A Shepherd like his boyhood buddy, Duke. He displayed the type of dog Shirley would bring home.
Possibly a mutt version of a goofy sheepdog or something equally as funny. A smile caressed his lips just thinking about her and her vast heart.
Where the hell was she? He had surveyed as much of the room as he could catch a glimpse of. Probably she had departed as soon as she discovered she didn't have sufficient cash.
