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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

I am, in fact, the guy with the dogs. What can I help you with?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Got a pup the other day and she's too small for the collars I have. She keeps slipping the lead.

You got anything small or at least adjustable?

[empathicfault]

Did you? Congrats.

How small are we talking? Is she a puppy? We should be able to find something that'll work as long as she's not a small-breed dog.

And...uh, you don't strike me as the type to go out of your way to get a Chihuahua.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Hardly. Malinois, but the equipment I have is for wolves. She's only about twenty pounds right now.

[empathicfault]

Malinois. [ Will says it with a smile. ] There's a few of those on board now.

And sure, I think the kennel has an adjustable collar that should fit her. Could do a harness too, if she's particularly good at pulling out of it.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Good working dog. Not as neurotic as shepherds.

Harness will work, too.

Meet you up top?

[empathicfault]

Meet you there.

[ He clicks off the feed and stops by the kennels on the way to the main deck. They've had a lot more animals lately, but thankfully for this situation only a few of them have been dogs. So he doesn't have to dip into his own resources to find a good collar. He brings two sizes of harnesses, because those are less adjustable.

It takes him maybe ten minutes tops before he's up on the deck. He didn't bring his own dogs (this time), but he's hoping to see Jacob's puppy. ]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Of course he brings Mae. He's on deck with her, working on her attention with a pocket of treats and an actual clicker. She's doing well, but smher attention changes to Will as he approaches.

She's a little thing, black points and mask atop mahogany fur, but focuses quickly back on Jacob when he stands up.]

Thanks for this.