For what it's worth, he would never have thought she was being rude. She seems a bit busy doing... canine things. He can wait. She finally turns to him, ducking her head to run it under his hand, and he digs his fingers into the thick fur to scratch behind one ear, smiling.

He withdraws his hand when she turns sharply and sort of whines, and he shades his eyes from the blinding snow to follow her line of vision. Of course he can't see or hear whatever she does, but once she's done again and turns back to him, he laughs softly.

"Got a lot to say, don't'cha?" he asks, grinning as her nose moves up his sleeve. His hand goes toward her neck to feel for a collar, but he doesn't find one. "Are you here with somebody?" he asks. "I wish I knew your name; feels dumb to just call ya Pooch or Fluffy or something."