Jordan Adams was a short man in his early thirties with medium-blond hair and a bright smile. A very short man when he stood next to James, his head about level with James’s armpit. He didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by my new dog sitter, however.
Dog sitter? Dog companion? Dog friend?
I struggled to find the right term, even as I sat in my living room next to James and we watched Jordan interact with Widget.
She appeared to find him endlessly fascinating, with his hand gestures, demands for her attention, and decisive movements. He’d brought along a couple of puzzle toys, and she’d quickly figured out how to get the food out of them.
“She’s smart.” Jordan grinned.
“For a puppy,” I clarified.
He c****d his head. “No, I’d say she’s one of the brighter puppies I’ve met. A good pr
