You had to treat animals with respect. Petting, even voices, and pizza went a long way for making an animal like you. Clint knew, because the very dog cronching and monching at their feet had taken a bullet for Clint before he'd even owned him. It wasn't something Clint would ever forget, if he was being honest.
"A goog-- you don't know? Oh man. You got a phone?" Clint wiggled his fingers demandingly at the other man, because he was about to change his life, okay? For the absolute better. It'd help with suggestions on doing here and everything.