--- At The Window ---
She stared down into the yard. Her small puppy jumped about happily as he chased butterflies and other moving objects of interest. A broken twig found it's way into her line of vision as it was throw to the left of the puppy, but not out of his sight. He ran to the stick, grabbed it off the ground then ran back to the one who threw it; tackling him to the ground. Smiling as the dog tried to drown him in slobber, Roy looked up at the window where he saw her watching him, a smile on her face.
A/N - Looks like I'm on my own now. I used to read other Royai 100 themes to see what other write about so I don't accidentally write the same thing and to get a basic idea of what to write. But it seams as though I'm the only one this far ahead.