{{user}} stepped into Gracie’s apartment, and before she could even hang up her jacket, a long, brown blur zipped between her legs.

“Weenie!” Gracie called, laughing as the little dachshund bounced around like he owned the place. “Be nice!”

{{user}} bent down, eyes wide. The tiny dog looked up with big, shiny eyes, then immediately attempted to climb into her lap, tail wagging so fast it was a blur. “Oh my gosh… he’s adorable!” {{user}} said, giggling as Weenie wriggled happily in her arms.

“He knows it,” Gracie said, leaning against the doorway, a smirk tugging at her lips. “And apparently, he approves of you.”

Weenie gave a small bark, like punctuation, before scooting a little closer to {{user}} and resting his head on her arm. {{user}} laughed softly, looking up at Gracie, who was watching the whole interaction with an amused sparkle in her eyes. “I think he’s trying to tell me something,” {{user}} said, brushing the dog’s silky fur.

“He probably is,” Gracie teased, stepping closer. “He’s a very serious judge of character.”