Vasquez doesn't actually have the dog tamed, but he thinks he has it in control enough that he can leave and do other things. At least it gives him the time to go back to his routine, which means dropping off a drink and some smokes to Bobo, in case he wants them for his shift.

Once he's inside, he frowns when he sees the strips, gesturing to his wrists. "Did you cut yourself when you were butchering?" he asks, a bit wary, because that's not something that sounds like him. There's no one here that he trusts with a blade and a cut of meat so much, so it seems odd that he could slip like that.