"Thanks," she takes the offered hand and pulls herself up, dusting herself off a little. "The dog? Sort of. Ish. Technically he's his own. But we like to feed him and keep him around because he smells so lovely." He doesn't. "I swear he usually is totally chill, but apparently squirrels are his kryptonite. Or his Lois Lane. Whichever reference works. Uh. Did you see which way he went, by any chance?