Tim’s curly tail that absolutely should not have been able to wag gave an excited wiggle when he was asked who the pretty boy was, and he couldn’t help his response. Really, it came naturally to this dog form of his, and he was used to the fact that he could never hide his emotions when he changed, so he didn’t mind much.
He sniffed Terry’s hand, then sneezed on it for good measure because that was just another thing that dogs did. He then sat back and put his front paws in the air, demanding to be picked up so that he could inspect the damage on his desk and see whether or not Terry had fixed everything properly.