A thankful owner

Zoe could hear a voice deeper in the woods. The dog was running to the calling voice. "Scout". The dog ran though into the clearing, bounding towards a large man. "There you are boy, where did you run off to"? Zoe appeared shortly after, just slightly out of breath from her chase through the woods. "Hi there, thanks for finding my dog" the man said in a slightly relieved tone. "Happy to help" replied Zoe.

"I'm Harvey", the man said. "I'm Zoe" the red-haired girl exclaimed. She looked the large man up and down. He was very tall, well into the 6 foot range and had a pretty noticeable beer belly, presumably he spent a lot of time in pubs. He seemed like a cheerful man, with a beaming smile and a loud booming voice that could probably be heard several miles away.

"Excuse me for saying, but I think you are bloody gorgeous" Harvey said in his booming tone. "Thank you" Zoe said with a blush. She was used to receiving her fair share of compliments on her appearance, but these tended to come from boys her own age, and she was caught off guard by the older man speaking his mind. "My wife was a redhead" Harvey continued. "Beautiful hair" he stated.