He actually smiles. Something more than that half there smile that he usually graces people with. She’s sweet and kind. That’s what he needs. And someone patient with him. He doesn’t always get things right but he’ll try until he gets it right.

“Leave you alone? Never. Besides. You’ve now inherited Mimsy.” He says with a grin. His Rottweiler loves everyone but if she’s going to be living in close quarters she’ll get to see Mimsy at her best and worst.

He pulls back out onto the freeway headed south.