[Oh no, this big, precious, dumb mutt is exactly the kind of goofy fluffball that Guzma adores. His muscles tense only for a moment when the canine shoves his arm in its mouth, but he relaxes when he realizes it's just being playful and mouthy. Not like those shadowy dog-like monster when the sun went out... THis is a true to form Good Boy. Though, uh, he's going to have to thoroughly wash that arm free of all that drool...lovely.]
Hey now, Houndour, my arm ain't no stick. How 'bout you chew on a couple'a these while I find one, yeah? [Guzma reaches over his other side and drops a few rib bones in front of the dog. He's uh...not sure if it'll eat them - or even if it should - but it's all he has right now.
Until he can find something suitable to play fetch with this cute pupper.]
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Hey now, Houndour, my arm ain't no stick. How 'bout you chew on a couple'a these while I find one, yeah? [Guzma reaches over his other side and drops a few rib bones in front of the dog. He's uh...not sure if it'll eat them - or even if it should - but it's all he has right now.
Until he can find something suitable to play fetch with this cute pupper.]