[For Karen]

[moraldyslexic]

People could say a lot of shit about James Lennox, but no one could ever say he was uninvolved in the lives of the puppies, even after he'd given them away to their new homes. With Hal and King in tow -- the smaller of the two dogs romping playfully through the snow drifts, occasionally disappearing altogether before he'd pop up a moment later,

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[callofkaren]

"What in the hell," Karen called out before she opened the door, "was that accent?" She blocked the door when Utica ran up behind her legs, then gave up and moved aside once she saw the other dogs. "You make a horrible Italian, Lennox."

[moraldyslexic]

"Yeah, I should just stick with being Scottish or Canadian or whatever the hell I am," Lennox agreed with a laugh, then crouched down in the snow to rub Utica's ears as she bounced toward King.

"Any plans for today?" he asked, tipping his chin up so he could look at Karen. "Or can I interest you in a strictly non-sexual romp in the snow with me and a couple of dogs?"

[callofkaren]

Karen tilted her head as she considered her options.

Actually, there weren't really any options when puppies were involved. Even Utica was still in that cute stage where Karen could forgive her peeing on Nick's shoes. "Yeah, why not. I've got some time to kill before dinner."

She was already half dressed anyway; staying in the hut alone wasn't much fun. "How's King doing?"

[moraldyslexic]

"Then get your boots on, baby, and get your cute butt on here," Lennox answered, still petting all three of the dogs at his feet, making sure they all got the attention they clearly wanted.

"He's doing okay. Me and Chris are starting to get him trained and he seems to be doing pretty good. He mostly pees outside now, which is awesome, 'cause I don't want him peeing on me like his mom did once," he recalled, grinning.