Isabella was already late for the briefing when she somehow managed to drop the keys into her cup of coffee on the way out the door. There was a muted ting as they hit the bottom, and as she paused in mid-stride, staring in disbelief at the steaming ceramic mug, the thick stack of files she carried under her other arm slid smoothly to the floor. Paper clips and sticky notes scattered across the tan carpeting. “Aw, crud.” The pup had been wandering through a garden only a few blocks away, no seat- and she’d made two new friends as easy as that.