There was indistinct shouting from in the house, before the door opened, a small blonde figure glancing from Chris, to the dog, and back.
"Um. Hi." Her voice seemed to draw Pongo's attention away from whatever was in the bush that had him distracted, and he leapt back onto the porch to sniff at her, getting a bit of a wary glance from Holly before she laughed as he licked her.
"Nice dog, Mister!" Her Dad had said to be expecting a man with a dog, and that he just had a little bit of food poisoning, so she waited somewhat patiently for one or the other to get back. She wished it would have been her dad, first- she'd been gone a whole week- but this guy could be fun. The man had a dog, after all, and dogs were widely accepted as cool by the 'four-foot-and-under' crowd.
Speaking of, she was currently doing something resembling wrestling with Pongo, and Chris would have to speak to get her attention again. Because really, 'dog' trumed 'dad's friend' on Holly's priority scale.