[Poggio]

He had ran out of the dried meats that was suppose to be for him and licking his fingers he was not sure what else he could offer Mr growl. He felt something slightly wet against his hand and jumped a little only to realize it was the strange mans nose oddly against his fingers. He continued to walk as a ramshackle hobble came into view and this time a lick with a slight pinch jolted him from his steps. “Mr Growl? Is that your house?”