While the dog was busy licking her hand and barking her name, which was all kinds of disturbing, Zoe checked its neck for a collar or some sort of id. Nothing. Her fingers scratched a little at its jaw before she claimed its face, carefully and pulled it to look in its eyes.
"You can stop barking my name." She stopped, looked around. "Why am I talking to a dog? Don't you have an owner?" She sighed, but just how happy the damn thing was made her smile. It was infectious the happiness. She rubbed the sides of its head and scratched at its neck before standing.
"What do you want? I donno what dogs want. Never had ...." Then she remembered the beagles. She looked around, and found a stick. It would have to do. She lifted it up to let the dog see. "Now, I'm gonna throw this. You bring it back, I'll throw it again. You don't bring it back, I'm running." Yes, this was probably very high on her list of odd things that happen in the City, and to others it probably wouldn't be all that odd..perhaps.