Arguably, the Dog isn't actually a dog, but for all intensive purposes, she acts like one. Looks like one as well, and quite likely smells a little like a dog that has been enjoying the water just a little too much. Is she a dog? No, but that is a story for another time and another place, or never, really, because she will wiggle and squirm her way out of it.

Maybe, just maybe, it appears that she can understand exactly what he is saying. She is doing a very good job of begging, those eyes all but glued to the box in his hand. She is sitting prettily though, tail gently thumping, looking not at all aggressive. Her ears do perk, and the roll stands no chance, because the Dog catches it midair a few seconds after his hand lets it go. Inhaled? More or less.

There is a little scoot forward, tongue darting along her jowls, an expectant expression on her face.