Arado didn't accept the touches easily; it was drilled into him to protect his pack, and this new woman was not pack yet. Elkhounds could get over-energetic, and so Clint had worked hard to train him to funnel that energy into something productive, and also so he didn't scare anyone that was trying to be friendly. He whimpered a little, but Clint gave a one-word command in German, and he submitted himself to it willingly enough. Clint figured that anyone who was decently respectful and wanted to pet a dog should get to pet a dog.

"I've had to beat car rugs against the fence sometimes, but we pretty much just wash things." Her phrasing definitely made him look at her with a very much what the hell? expression, and honestly he almost dropped everything he was holding and walked away right then and there. Just because he was willing to do her a favor or lend a hand didn't mean he was up for being talked down to like that, and he definitely had other things he could be doing besides that. "'Put me to work?' Lady, I've got better things to do than be ordered around by someone I don't even know."