"Heh, yeah, these guys are usually just big sweethearts." Tommy grimaces at the slobber on his sleeve, but he's undaunted as he gives the dog hearty scratches behind the ears and belly rubs. "I've dealt with more crazy lapdogs who'd eat your face off if you get within five feet."

He then abruptly stops paying the dog attention and takes a few steps back. "C'mon, Wolf, c'mere, boy. C'mere, already."