She cannot answer this question for him. She is a wild dog, belonging to no one. In the midst of another whine, she yawns, stretching forward in a mock bow in front of him. She lays down, taking her snout in her paws, and covers her face, giving her maw a thorough rub before she flips onto her back. She offers him a playful wiggle, belly up, and then flips over to army crawl to his shoes—-which receive a hearty inspection.