Andy put a hand over Scooter’s, and then laughed when Trick rested his chin on top of their hands, staring soulfully up at them. “Beggar,” Andy accused, grinning.
“I swear, if I had a forwarding address for the Orange Monstrosity—” Scooter didn’t say Jeff’s name around the dog, if he could help it; Trick would howl and whimper. “—I’d send him a dozen photographs of how bad his dog is falling in love with someone else.”
“Fair,” Andy said. “I’m kind of stupidly fond of his dog. I’m gonna miss him.”