Jane looked down at the puppy in her arms.
“The pound?” she grinned and held up the fluffy fur-ball towards her boyfriend. “His name is Heimdall…isn’t he cute?”
Bucky groaned and reached out to take him. “You named him already? Where’s he going to live? Is he trained?”
“With us, and I don’t know? Look how cute he is, though…”
He tried to scowl at the brown and black puppy, who was trying his hardest to be adorable. A pink tongue licked his face and Jane giggled. He sighed, “Do we have puppy food?”