[He'll find it hard to pet her, unfortunately. The moment James' hand gets in her proximity she starts dancing in sheer joy, jumping back and forth and twisting around to try to lick said hand and then twisting back so that James can have good access, turning into such a dervish that he won't be able to get a good fix on her. He will, however, get plenty of slobber on her hands.
She's a distinct contrast to her owner, who's gotten an embarrassed and unhappy expression on his face, underlined by the consistently mulish set to his jaw. He looks away from the display, uncomfortable. But he doesn't pull Pess away; his hand on the leash is gentle.]
She is. I've had her perhaps six months now. [A pause, and awkwardly - ] Her name is Pess.
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She's a distinct contrast to her owner, who's gotten an embarrassed and unhappy expression on his face, underlined by the consistently mulish set to his jaw. He looks away from the display, uncomfortable. But he doesn't pull Pess away; his hand on the leash is gentle.]
She is. I've had her perhaps six months now. [A pause, and awkwardly - ] Her name is Pess.