She actually looks surprised for a moment when he says she looks fancy, and he's sure he has to be imagining it. Dogs don't really have facial expressions like people do, right?
Holding the jerky out, he smiles encouragingly, and is then plainly startled when she refuses the offering. He's not sure he's ever met a dog that refused a handout, especially a meaty one.
"You're an odd one, aren't'cha?" he says, but there's no indictment in his tone. He can see she wants the jerky--there's a longing in her eyes that any dog would have when faced with a treat--but she won't take it. She seems to want him to keep it, which is sweet, he guesses, but... well he hadn't really considered that a dog could be that considerate.
He rubs his chin with his free hand, then grins.
"All right, how 'bout we split it, then?" he asks, breaking the jerky piece in two. He pops half into his mouth and then offers the other half to her again. "Go on, then; I'm not gonna starve, cross my heart."
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Holding the jerky out, he smiles encouragingly, and is then plainly startled when she refuses the offering. He's not sure he's ever met a dog that refused a handout, especially a meaty one.
"You're an odd one, aren't'cha?" he says, but there's no indictment in his tone. He can see she wants the jerky--there's a longing in her eyes that any dog would have when faced with a treat--but she won't take it. She seems to want him to keep it, which is sweet, he guesses, but... well he hadn't really considered that a dog could be that considerate.
He rubs his chin with his free hand, then grins.
"All right, how 'bout we split it, then?" he asks, breaking the jerky piece in two. He pops half into his mouth and then offers the other half to her again. "Go on, then; I'm not gonna starve, cross my heart."