Terry chuckled, watching the pug fend off sleep. He knew it was a losing fight. Terry didn’t know much about dogs, but he knew enough. “Tired, mate?” Terry asked, though he knew he wouldn’t get an answer. The dog did, however, look at him with those big blue eyes that were oddly familiar.
His bed wasn’t very far off the ground and the pug was able to jump on it deftly and make itself a little nest. Terry yawned and stretched. “Good idea,” he said to the dog. Still naked, he went to the bed and crawled under the covers. When he was settled, he scratched the dog behind its ears and laid his head on his pillow. Terry decided he could look for Septimus later.