As the puppy alternated between dogging Jane's legs and cantering about the kitchen, Daryl watched, perfectly content to not move heavy things. As Jane opened the packet of puppy pads, Daryl sat up on the kitchen counter, kicking her feet absently as the puppy started to nip at her bare toes. "Penny Markovicz," she said. "She responded to my anonymous message on the forum and generously had all of these supplies sent here."
The mention of raincoats made her roll her eyes. "That's strange," she said flatly, as if that assessment would encompass everything. "And no, he hasn't. I didn't want to feed him anything that would make him sick." She watched as Jane filled the bowl, holding her feet out of range of the puppy's jaws - though that didn't stop him. He leapt into the air, jaws open, trying desperately to reach her toes.
Jane's call distracted him, and he hesitated, turning far too quickly for his own good. His feet were large, much larger than the rest of him, and he promptly fell on his side. Undaunted, he scrambled to his feet and scampered over to Jane and the bowls, dropping his face into the water dish and slurping greedily.
"Do you have any experience owning dogs?" Daryl asked, tilting her head slightly.