Ian was preoccupied with the call. "What?" he said. "No, I haven't thought of having my driveway resurfaced."
Obviously, the caller was a skilled practitioner of telephone sales; Ian was too polite to hang up on him.
Dan lay back, running his hands over Ian's hind legs as they idly smoothed themselves against him; soon all four of Ian's legs were finding their way to Dan and making themselves comfortable all around him as Ian continued to listen to the caller and to apologize that he was not interested in buying anything.
Ian blocked the cellphone with his hand and gave Dan a quick explanation:
"He's got a nice voice," he smiled, giving Dan's body a quick squeeze with all four of his handsome legs.
Dan smiled his understanding, and Ian relaxed. Dan could feel it in Ian's four legs as they found new comfortable positions around Dan. It was funny, in fact, and he thought of the times when he had been tempted to flirt with the telephone solicitors who often sounded like cute young guys.
He gave Ian's hind feet a mild massage, finally giving Ian a slap on his handsome hindquarters.
"I want you all to myself again," he whispered to Ian.