Carol rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean like that- I just meant..." Okay, she wasn't sure what she meant. She probably did mean it like that, sort of. "But it's not forced, right? I mean, I don't really wanna force something to come back home."
When Peter described it, Carol nodded. "I used to have a dog like that- well, have isn't the right word." She looked a bit sad and shrugged. "He'd follow me home from school."
Another raised eyebrow. "A dog house? A tiny dog house?" She stared like he was crazy then shook her head. "They don't get uncomfortable in there? How would the big ones even fit??"