"He's smart, but he needs clearer limits," Cathy begged to differ, maneuvering the throw blanket over her shoulders and cuddling up against Lindsey's chest, popping a small handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Like letting him on the furniture."
As though he could understand exactly what his owners were saying, Reb settled his chin on her knee, casting her an adoring look as he let go of the squeaky for the briefest of instants to bestow a puppy-kiss to the back of her hand. The same hand tousled his fur. "He is smart, isn't he?" she pondered aloud. "Look at him."
Reb didn't budge, though his tail did began to wag slowly again, a sure sign that he was up to no good.
"Probably," she told Lindsey, though she made no beeline for the remote. She couldn't have cared less what happened to be on the television, and it showed. "What are you in the mood for?"