[ walking toward his door, he doesn't pull it open. while the dogs may be content to just lie on the floor and look at them, even glance toward the treats, he knows the moment he opens the door, he's asking for trouble. they're like o that way, always eager to venture outside where it's not necessarily good for them. ]
[ his lips quirk up, but his smile doesn't widen. ]
Cute. [ cocking his head toward his door, he quips, ] Come on. It'll melt by the time you get there.
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[ his lips quirk up, but his smile doesn't widen. ]
Cute. [ cocking his head toward his door, he quips, ] Come on. It'll melt by the time you get there.