"I'll definitely come in before Friday. If I can find the right thing, I can use it in my next performance."
She jokingly reached out to pet George's hair as if it were Gidget's, but the pet quickly turned to affectionate stroking. "I don't know about the mutt party, but you're definitely scruffy." She winked. "Good thing I don't mind scruffy."
Her breakfast was soon done, and she rose up from the chair to bring her dishes to the sink, the tails of George's shirt swinging along with her as she moved. "You did the cooking, I'll do the dishes."