Chew? LEASHES? It began to make sense. Well not the fact that there was a pint sized maniac affixed to his chest like a lamprey staring him down nose to nose. That didn't make all that much sense.
Still it could be worse: the lamprey was curvy and had it's chest wedged under his chin. She sort of smelled of bubblegum, bacon, and crazy. Frank's huge hands circled her hips and waist and began to gently unpeel her off of him... Or not. Crap, this lamprey was powerful! He increased the pressure beyond five foot nothing girl setting through bar brawler and approached Navy Seal. It was like trying to wrestle that little prick Spider-Man. "Um lady.. I think we might have a communicat..."
"Excuse me, your companion animals are ready in the pet spa at your convenience" A uniformed concierge had approached them and smiled warmly. "The pet spa is open until 8 and is located in the lotus wing"
Frank turned his eyes, still trying to horizontally bench press the Fabulous Moolah casually. "Thanks" And returned his gaze to his new buddy. "I'm Frank, I want my damn dog"