"I think maybe we'll build up to that," David answers. "I'm not sure this sweater can handle dog fur."

Patrick's clothes, luckily, are made for dog fur, especially since he's just going to roll around on the ground with the dogs now, apparently. In a public place. Where dogs have probably pissed all over this floor.

"So... which one do you like?" David asks. So far he still prefers Henry, who is sitting and looking up at him with his head slightly cocked. The other two are running around like monsters.