“I’m glad Jingle’s a cute service dog,” she says.
“Me too,” I say, glancing back at the two of them on the floor. Jingle’s leg is straight out, paw resting on Riley’s chest. Riley is petting the dog’s ear.
“Because if she wasn’t cute, she couldn’t help me.”
“Why not?” I ask.
Because I might be afraid of her.
Good point.
Have you seen the upside down dog website? It’s hysterical – looks a lot like Jingle!!
Happy Dog, Happy Riley. Adorable. Sure glad Jeremy didn’t give you a pug.