A border collie trotted over to them, barking and growling slightly at Chel. Jack whistled over at it, and the dog seemed to calm down slightly, moving to sniff at her curiously. "Sorry, Cada's all we got, passin' for guard dog. She's all bark, no bite." He rubbed the dog's head a bit before shooing her off, walking down the aisle in the barn, turning back to her.
"'Don't really know what y'wanna see, but go 'head. Nothin's gonna bite. 'Cept maybe Ick, but f'you get close enough t'him for him t'try, s'not good," He nodded over towards a larger stable, where an ornery looking horse was shifting from foot to foot.