[Dang, this dog is sharp. Guzma looks absolutely tickled when the canine forgoes its meal and actually tears off running after the stick he's thrown for it. He laughs as it fumbles in the sand - that's cute - and waits for it to come back. He's expecting a fight to get the stick back, but it happily drops the object at his feet and expects another round. He's impressed - the mutt definitely belongs to someone out there, if it's so well trained.
He crouches down, giving this good, good dog a nice rubdown of scratches and pets, digging his meaty fingers into the nooks and crannies of its ears and just being so, so happy. Guzma is very clearly charmed by this pup, and he's got half a mind to take it home with him by the end of the ni--ah...wait.]
There's a good boy!! Dang, you better show up for real or I'm gonna be disappointed. Always wanted a Houndoom for my own. [He chuckles, picking up the stick again and waggling it. Another round, doggy? Guzma's got the endurance to toss that stick a few more times if you're ready to chase after it again.] Ready, boy?
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He crouches down, giving this good, good dog a nice rubdown of scratches and pets, digging his meaty fingers into the nooks and crannies of its ears and just being so, so happy. Guzma is very clearly charmed by this pup, and he's got half a mind to take it home with him by the end of the ni--ah...wait.]
There's a good boy!! Dang, you better show up for real or I'm gonna be disappointed. Always wanted a Houndoom for my own. [He chuckles, picking up the stick again and waggling it. Another round, doggy? Guzma's got the endurance to toss that stick a few more times if you're ready to chase after it again.] Ready, boy?