[It's easy to be distracted by all the sights, sounds, and smells around him, but Dogmeat knows a good whistler when he hears one. It's a nice, assertive whistle. Even before he sees the man doing the whistling, he knows it's someone who can take care of themselves. And that intrigues him.]
[Guzma looks totally unlike anyone he's ever encountered before. The Commonwealth was a very...dusty, brown place. Such contrast and individuality would have made him a target there. But as Dogmeat sniffs at his palm (and sneezes into it, after inhaling some of the sand on his nose - enjoy your dog snot) he gets the impression that this man is a very unique, very unusual case. Given his confidence and the way he seems to own the space he occupies, Dogmeat makes an immediate decision to like Guzma.]
[He's his own man. Just like Dogmeat is his own dog.]
[And with that decision comes the planting of his butt in the sand with his tongue hanging out, wagging cheerfully. For good measure, Dogmeat demonstrates his talkative nature and barks once, as if to say "Hello! I like you!"]
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[Guzma looks totally unlike anyone he's ever encountered before. The Commonwealth was a very...dusty, brown place. Such contrast and individuality would have made him a target there. But as Dogmeat sniffs at his palm (and sneezes into it, after inhaling some of the sand on his nose - enjoy your dog snot) he gets the impression that this man is a very unique, very unusual case. Given his confidence and the way he seems to own the space he occupies, Dogmeat makes an immediate decision to like Guzma.]
[He's his own man. Just like Dogmeat is his own dog.]
[And with that decision comes the planting of his butt in the sand with his tongue hanging out, wagging cheerfully. For good measure, Dogmeat demonstrates his talkative nature and barks once, as if to say "Hello! I like you!"]