"Oh no," Clint said with a sidelong kind of glance (which was silly, because he had to look away in order to achieve such a look in the first place), "I've been to England. You guys eat pure nonsense there. It's all... boiled this and spotty dicks in a can that. Don't lie."
Yes, garlic was bad for dogs. But Clint wouldn't poison his dog, really. He wasn't that negligent. "My dog is immune," he said, matter of factly. "Best not to question it."