An overexcited puppy

The little golden dog descended upon him in a series of barks and yaps, tail wagging happily.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, stay away puppy!" Jason said, hurriedly stepping forward to ward off the curious creature. "Don't trample the small Christmas bushes..." As he reached down to pull the pup away it growled, snapping at his fingers and dancing around his hand.

"Rex, Rex! Come back here!" he heard the voice before he saw the guy, a nice rich baritone although somewhat flustered by the sounds of it. He had short black hair and grey eyes, and was currently wearing a sweat stained red tank top, khakhi shorts and was clutching a dog lead. "That is the last time I let you off the leash, Rex!" the man said sternly. "I'm sorry, Sir, I hope he wasn't bothering you."

The man reached down and snapped the leash onto Rex's collar before picking the dog up bodily, the small puppy looking even smaller in the man's large hands. As their gazes locked Jason felt his tongue melt into a puddle and it was only after several seconds that he realised the other man was probably waiting for an answer, and he blurted out the first thought that came into his head.