The large leather three-seater was taken by a very large, very fluffy dog who let out a groan and stretched his long legs out in front of him as Sarah and John stepped through the front door of his house.“Oh, my god!” Sarah let out a little squeal in spite of herself. “What sort of dog is he?”“Newfoundland mix.”“Is he friendly?”“Very,” John smiled. “You can go say hello.”Sarah sat down on the arm of the couch. The dog nosed her, long tail thumping against the couch with many wags, then put his heavy head in her lap. When she patted him, her hand slid through his fur and utterly disappeared.“Oh, my god, what’s his name?”“Odin,” John said, grinning at her reaction.“You are the fluffiest doggy ever to exist,” she informed the dog. “Yes, you are. You are a Mr. Fluffy.”“I want to sleep on the couch,” she said. “He’d make a better pillow than any other pillow, I bet.”“You like animals, huh?”“Love them,” she said, grinning as Odin licked her face with a tongue that seemed to extend the full length of her face.“You don’t have any pets yourself?”“No,”
