It was late April and Perrie was really starting to realize that perhaps adopting two golden retrievers while living in a city wasn’t the smartest idea. She had a meeting with a client to discuss painting an in-home mural and her dogs were restless.
Rather than risk them tearing apart her apartment, Perrie took the two for a quick walk around the block before securing them in the guest room. At least this way if the puppies destroyed a room, it was contained.
When she reached the Greenwich Village brownstone, Perrie was slightly sweaty and a bit out of shape. She’d gotten into great shape while traveling around the world, but since moving back to the States, she’d yet to get back into a rhythm of consistently working out.
She knocked on the door to home and quickly fixed her hair, hopin
