Mickey wasn't bothered by the dog. He was doing his job, taking care of the boy, who didn't seem to have anyone else to take care of him. Mickey shut the door and went around to his side, reaching behind the seat to find a spare shirt, a flannel button down, longer and warmer than the one Rabbit had on. "Here," he said before getting in and starting the truck up. Despite being beat up, it purred to life easily, just like one of the newer cars might.