The pup's many wrinkles wiggle with excitement alongside the rest of her at all the attention. Jake's fingers earn a liberal application of wet nose and wetter dog lips for their trouble as she attempts to absorb all the new smells he's bringing in with her entire face. Catching sight of the other dog through the porch slats, she lets out another little howl.

From the relative dark of the house’s interior, there’s a creak in the floorboards. Frank squints out an open window at the other man. New guy. Funny how up close he looks a little like Captain America.

"You riling up my dog?" he asks, with a tough-guy tilt of the head. It's hard to tell how serious an accusation that is or isn’t, with Frank.