Sherry hesitated at the door, and wrinkled her nose at the smell of drying paint. "That's Bandit," she nodded to the big dog. "Cute, isn't he?"

The smell of paint makes her a little dizzy, and she was glad Roxie, at least, wasn't inside the building. Bleh. But she doesn't care - she's with her friend and her daddy's dog, and she isn't anywhere near medical. "Why black?"