poppy's Pov
Colin moved closer to me. "Have I told you the story of how I got Roger?" I shook my head. "When I was about eight years old, I was on a walk with my mom and dad and we passed a dog adoption center. Me being me, I walked inside and they allowed me to play with the dogs for a while."
I could just see a mini you doing that, I laughed, throwing my head back and he shoved my shoulder.
"Anyway, seeing how much I liked them, my parents told me that we could adopt one. I spent ages looking for the perfect dog. Roger was in the corner, away from all the other dogs who were crowded around us. The workers said he was hostile and anti-social. I didn't believe it. Before anyone could stop me, I ran to where he was and sat a couple of feet away watching him. He got up and rested his head on my lap. The workers were stunned and when they tried to come close, he growled at them. Almost like he was protecting me. We took him home that day."
