Roxy thinks a little too much about Artemisia sometimes. She hopes it doesn't get in the way of her budding friendship with Dug who she suspects understand the bond between a dog and a human. Arty has an entirely different disposition as a spy-trained poodle, but there are some things she has in common with him.

Like being a comfortable pillow for napping, for example. She hadn't meant to fall asleep. There were still so many items of clothing that she needed to be mended or pinned. (Her worries are for nothing. Roxy always works ahead of schedule and the nap was surely for the best.)

Having taken some work home, she finds herself sleeping in a pile of newly mended jackets that needed to be pressed. Her eyes slowly open to find one wagging tail in full view. She yawns and rubs her eyes with the heels of her hand.

"Is it playtime already?" she asks.