...Jennifer suddenly felt something. Jennifer wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it was quite different that anything she felt before.
It felt, odd. Like she wanted to pet and stroke Mo’s fur. It looked unusually soft and warm today, though he hadn’t had a bath in who knows how long. Mo stopped and rolled over on his belly, stretching his fore paws out in front of him.
She leaned out the window a little bit and whistled. “Mo, Come here boy,” she called out. Mo immediately jumped up, tail wagging, and ran to the doggy door. Jennifer moved to stand near her bed as she heard his claws skid across the linoleum floor. Thumps resonated through the house as he ascended the stairs, her excitement seeming to rise with every beat. Soon, he nosed his way through the door and trotted in, standing in the middle panting and wagging his tail. Jennifer’s excitement reached the level of pleasure with the mere presence of him being close now.