His name is Arlo.
Medium build, amber eyes, the colour of dark honey all over with one white ear that looks like someone started painting him and got distracted. The rescue centre described him as energetic and affectionate with a good temperament around people which is exactly the brief and also, we will discover, a significant understatement on the energetic part.
He destroys a throw pillow within four minutes of arriving in the apartment.
Not aggressively. Joyfully. The specific joy of a dog who has found something soft and has decided it is his now.
Rhys picks up the stuffing from the floor with the expression of a man recalculating several assumptions.
"Good temperament..."
"He has a great temperament," Rhys says. "Toward the pillow."
Arlo looks at us both with
