Bella opened one eye as she heard a small scratching and whining coming from the other side of her door. She dragged herself out of bed and padded over to the door, opening it a crack. She peered out into the hall, not seeing anyone, and was startled when the dog plopped down onto her feet. She looked down and met his wide, curious eyes, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
"Um, dog? You're sitting on my feet," she murmured quietly, so that any other adults that might overhear wouldn't think she was crazy for talking to the animal.
Joey cocked his little head to side, as if asking what her deal was. She pursed her lips, placing her hands on her hips and sighed. She stepped back, letting the dog's behind hit the floor, and walked back over the bed, sitting down. Joey trotted happily over and sat staring up at her once again. She reached down and scratched him behind the ears.
"I don't know what you want, mutt. I've never had a pet before."
"Never, really?" a voice asked from her doorway.