She lifted the puppy up a little higher so he could pet her and smiled as she looked down at her shirt. "Yup. This shirt is like, 9,000 years old. I've had it since I was like in the first or second grade. As you can tell," she said with a light chuckle, referencing the way the shirt bared a little midriff, but still fit everywhere else. "But I got her from the pound, and I thought it was fitting to represent." She glanced up at Memphis. "How are you?"