"I am a water dog," Steve agrees readily. He is calm and distracted enough that the petting to his hair doesn't immediately have him flailing around. He takes the joint back to help fuel his mind and takes a long drag.

"For the record. I didn't decide he was hostile. He went to attack one of the puppies I am friends with and then mauled me." It seems like an important distinction to make. "But yeah. Yeah, I get it, I think. I see pound puppy as danger dog because of the dog fight we had. And... that means I growl and probably... help make sure that another dog fight happens."

He sighs.

"Okay. Okay I think I get it."