Roxy laughed as she leaned against the sliding door to her apartment and it slid open beyond her fingertips. She was laughing at some funny thing they'd been discussing on the walk. Jeannie seemed positively ecstatic to be home--it meant she finally got her breakfast after having done all her business. The black furred poodle trot through the door, sitting with her good manners that Roxy had worked so hard to train, and await her leash being removed before moving over to her bowl. There was a paw nudge and then she sat. Patient as ever. A smart, noble dog.
Roxy filled up the food dish and fetched Jeannie a clean bowl of water before she could finally put her mind to other things. She turned toward Leif with a smile. "That was a good walk," she commented like some kind of veiled precursor to a better conversation.