"That is disgusting." Her face matched her tone as she envisioned a dog slobbering on the contents of her own apartment. "Mr. Beaker is nearly nine months old and he's all legs it seems. I've jokingly said we may as well have a horse in the apartment, really."

More eating, more moving food around her plate. "It sounds like you and Remy and the cat and dog have managed to make things work out pretty well. I've never brought Mr. Beaker to Ro's, but I have had him over at Ro's sister's place. Puppy is not fond of the ferry so I have to take the car."