Lucky whined over the denial like he actually understood what was being said to him, even though his tail was wagging a mile a minute. Little faker, Clint figured, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at his dog. He'd get pizza sooner or later anyway. Clint spoiled him terribly.
"Yeah, they're good dogs. They're all good dogs." Clint'd never met one he didn't like, in any case. "But they might as well be hungry hungry hippos." What? Everyone had played that game as a kid, right? "New or not, looks like you found one of the best places for pizza around. So it seems like you're doin' pretty okay."