As soon as Mike started kissing Jim, Puddin headed to his dog bed. It was funny how Puddin hadn’t even been at the New York residence since the dog beds arrived, but he knew exactly where it was, and didn’t hesitate to go there immediately. Then again, the dog bed had been placed in exactly the same place relative to the bed and the bathroom door. It would have been easy for Puddin to find.
And wasn’t that just Mike all over?
No one would have complained if Jim and Mike had slept in the next morning. Even Puddin was happily drowsing away, exhausted from his travels and content to be in a place that smelled like his chosen person. When Mike’s phone went off at seven in the morning, vibration extra loud against the solid wood nightstand, Jim cursed.
“Who calls this early?”
“The media, us
