The look Jake gave me when I left with Windy the other day still haunts me. His feelings were hurt.
I must bring a little something home for Jake and Max.
Windy, though amazes me. She’s constantly alert. The air conditioner kicks on, she barks. A car door slams, she barks. The landline or my cell phone rings, she barks. She does not, however, wear her barker out.
Jake probably is pleased.