"There's more than one good boy in this room then," he remarked jokingly. Jim scooped up he dog and patted his back carefully.
"And no worrying if I go off to work and leave him alone for a few hours. Loyalty." He smirked, petting the dog and added, "And you two have a lot in common." Jim chuckled and held out his other hand, wiggling fingers to signal Sherr to come closer. "You come when I call. Like pets. Treats."