DP smiled, relaxing a bit more. "...you need a dog." He looked at Snap, then knocked the dog over -- who went willingly with a happy smile and a speaking grunt -- and started to rub the silver belly. Snap responded by twisting, stretching, and groaning happily as he presented as much belly possible for the attention. DP grinned, then glanced at Sally. "Dogs don't like the Infected anymore than you do, and they have better senses for finding -- or avoiding -- them."
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