Ken gave a weak laugh. "Well, sorry to say, my dog never stops moving. Ever." He was glad she didn't seem too angry about what Pal had done, but he was still embarrassed. Surely a grown man should be able to control his own animals. "And he'll find a way to make trouble. Give him... oh, five seconds." He smiled.
"I'm Ken," he said, putting out his hand by way of a more formal introduction. If he was going to get any help with this ridiculous dog, the least he could be was friendly. And he was secretly pleased that the first person he'd met at the dog park was an attractive woman. He knew better than to get his hopes up that he was going to find a girlfriend or anything like that, but at least she was pleasant to be around. "As you might have guessed, I'm not exactly a dog person. I'm not sure what I was thinking."