Sunday afternoon and the game was about to start. A handful of buddies had gathered in the living room and were eating, drinking, and joking as was the usual case. His girl moved from the kitchen to the living room, making sure that everyone had their drinks and snacks. After everyone had been taken care of, she curled up at her Master's feet to sit and listen until she was needed again.
A few joking comments were tossed about His pet, who sat there obediently and kept her eyes lowered. She hadn't said a word since she had finished serving the food and drinks. Her gray blue eyes slid to the television when the game began, but her thoughts were on her Master. Her soft hands rested around his leg, back against the sofa where he sat.
As they watched the game, eyes would go towards his pet. Her Master was either caressing her light red-hair hair or soft, pale skin. Her chin would rest occasionally on his knee. She remained silent and peaceful despite the excitement from the game on the television.
During one of the commercials, she had risen and gone into the kitchen to fetch her Master a fresh drink. She could hear the joking going on in the living room, comments about what she could do or would do for the half-time show. Not all where entranced with her, some where merely curious at why a woman would be so passive. Her passivity being at odds with the flashed angered looks she sometimes would throw at one of the more callous of guests.
She returned with the drink for her Master and offered it to him, her eyes lowered and not meeting his. Her lips curved faintly as she could see out of the corner of her eye the strange looks passed her way. They did not understand.
Once again she sat at his feet, eyes closing during the game. She must've dozed off when she felt his firm grip on her shoulder.