“Now you stay here, Buster,” Tommy whispered to his golden retriever. “I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Get your damn cold feet off me, will you?” Rosie mumbled, yanking the wool blanket toward her side of the bed.
I must say, I was very reluctant to meet the blind date fixed up for me by my best friend, Debbie.
“He’s a real catch,” she said.