"Hey, what kind of dog is that?"
"A Westie, why?"
"He's great. [Nuzzle, scratch.] You must love him."
"I do. He's the greatest dog in the worrld."
"I know, so's mine."
"What do you have?"
"A lab mix, seven years old. She's called Rocket. She's the best."
"They are, aren't they?"
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