Mickey smiled again, though was good not to show much in the way of teeth for the dog. "He's protecting you so he must be," he said appreciatively. He always did like that about animals. Maybe he should get a dog for the garage. He hadn't had a pet in decades.
"Whatcha doing under the trailer?" Mickey asked, ducking his head as if he might see something else beyond the gutters on the trailer next to the one the boy had crawled out from under that needed to be fixed. That was the main reason why he came down this way anymore. It wasn't like the old days when the retirees invited him to home-cooked dinners or cookouts on their portable grills.