She unlocked the front door, and Reggie was at her feet in a rush of red fur and a helicopter tail, the happy squeaks he only made for her. He jumped up and pawed her knees. “Hello, hello, handsome. Who’s a good boy, huh?” Jet bent to tickle him behind the ears. Those silly, long, English cocker spaniel ears. The dog ran off, skittering around the corner and back two seconds later. “Oh, did you bring me some dirty socks?” Jet said, thumbing his muzzle, the proud wiggle of his little body at the sacred offering.
