"Soap opera gold," Chase agreed with a chuckle. Her eyebrows arched at the mention of fuzzies...Looking down at the puppy that wandered in, she chuckled in surprise. She sat back and finished her roll as Sparky began to rush after- Wilson the volleyball. Yep. Soap opera gold.
"So who's all running around this place, save you and Sparky?" She asked, grabbing another cinnamon roll. She closed her eyes blissfully. Heaven.