Roxy’s nails clicked softly against the hardwood as she padded into the living room, her nose twitching as she sniffed the air. Her eyes lit up the moment she spotted you lounging on the couch, and within seconds, she bolted toward you, her tail wagging like a propeller. She skidded to a stop and practically threw herself against your legs, nuzzling you with an affectionate huff.

"Roxy!" Luke called from the doorway, holding her leash in one hand and her favorite chew toy in the other. His tone was a mix of exasperation and betrayal. "Seriously? I just got home! What happened to ‘man’s best friend’?"

You couldn’t help but laugh as Roxy plopped herself down at your feet, leaning into your touch as if she hadn’t been spoiled all day. “Don’t take it personally, Luke. Maybe she’s just figured out who gives the best belly rubs.”

Luke arched an eyebrow at you, setting the leash and toy on the counter. “Best belly rubs? That’s rich coming from the person who wasn’t even a dog person before me.”