Woah, a dog jumped up at him, snapping Brendon out of the pros and cons of sitting towards the end of the table.
"Hey puppy," he greeted cheerfully, reaching down to let it sniff his hand before he pet it. Brendon was an expert with dogs, despite, he thought with a pang, not having one since well, before. Sometimes he wondered how Molly was going, but it wasn't as if he spoke to his parents often enough to ask. The letters that went back and forth between them were polite and largely devoid of any meaning. Brendon shook his head to clear it of any thoughts, and then skritched the dog behind his ears.
"Hey, Adam," Brendon smiled, petting the dog some more. "Hey new guy. This your dog?"