"Richard!" The dog that was busy pulling Effie into the bar was large and hairy and smiling as only dogs could smile. If he were human, he would be the type of human that chuckles a lot and smokes a pipe and builds things out of wood and has a mustache.

"Hello!"

The woman the dog was escorting was clearly not strong enough to rein him in if he decided to take off with her. But she, too, was beaming. Everything felt safe with a dog.