[Aww hell, no, don't cry, Ellie. Joel can see the wateriness in her eyes, and he holds her cheek in his hand and give it a reassuring stroke with his thumb. He drops his hand away and looks down at the dog really trying to bite into his fingers. She's teething. Damn it, he's going to have to watch she doesn't start chewing the hell out of everything.]
C'mere, you. [He scoops the dog up and props her on his knee, and briefly holds her snout in effort to make her stop biting. It doesn't work: she just paws at his hand and tries even harder to playfully bite him.
He glances back up to Ellie.] Still tryin'a decide between Lucy or Molly.
[Kind of letting Ellie have the final say on the name of the dog, even if he's picked the names.]
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C'mere, you. [He scoops the dog up and props her on his knee, and briefly holds her snout in effort to make her stop biting. It doesn't work: she just paws at his hand and tries even harder to playfully bite him.
He glances back up to Ellie.] Still tryin'a decide between Lucy or Molly.
[Kind of letting Ellie have the final say on the name of the dog, even if he's picked the names.]