"Who's this?"
"Bishop."
"How old is he, she?"
"She's four. Half Chihuahua, half Boston Terrier."
Bishop couldn't have been more disinterested in me, and more interested in my frantic Pug puppy. Pilgrim was desperate to be the center of attention.
"I can see that cocktail. Pilgrim gets jealous easily," I motioned down to the wide eyed pug crawling up my leg.
Bishop's Dad nodded, then leaned down to give him a pat.
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