[Chase puts a hand down to rub between Rex's ears. The dog is much more pleasant company without a looming owner threatening to use it as a weapon. Now that Chase has walked him once or twice he's used to the greetings, too.]
Somebody likes me.
[Next time he'll break in with more style, Carla. For now he'll turn and collect the loaded paper bags before Rex can get his head any further into them. The kitchen table is also his destination.]
☏ courtesies that i disguise in me
Somebody likes me.
[Next time he'll break in with more style, Carla. For now he'll turn and collect the loaded paper bags before Rex can get his head any further into them. The kitchen table is also his destination.]