Lenny tossed her hair from her eyes, holding the white golden retriever on his leash and bending down every so often to ruffle the fur behind his ears. "He's being a good, chivalrous man. You know, like you," Lenny said quaintly, turning her head over her shoulder and smiling at Greg- wrinkling her nose and laughing softly.
Stokes jumped at her hip and she batted at his nose, scratching the underside of the dog's muzzle before she started walking again.