Tig leaned in when she did, and lifted his eyebrows. “That ain’t crazy. People are shit. Animals aren’t nothing but good. Got a German Shepard myself, here, I think I got a picture of her—” And Tig reached into his wallet, flipping through for a dog picture. Yeah. He’s one of those.
“Dogs especially.” She nodded amicably. “I had one growin’ up as a kid an’ he followed me everywhere I went. Was a mutt, but loyalty is loyalty. I ain’t got any pets now, couldn’t even if I wanted to.” Her eyes averted to the photo of the dog and teeth reeled in lower lip a moment before releasing. “Aw, well ain’t she just adorable, what’s her name? German Shepherds were always my favorite dogs next t'huskies."
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