"Miss Thompson, how much does your dog weigh now?" The boss asked curiously.
"102." Viola replied.
The Boss widened his eyes, "My God! No wonder it looks so fat, it weighs more than you, right?"
"Uh-huh." Viola nodded slightly, "Just a bit more than me."
The boss continued, "So, can you pull it along?"
"Yes," Viola smiled faintly, "I'm quite strong."
The Boss was deeply skeptical, after all, Viola was really skinny.
She seemed like the type who would falter even in a slight breeze.
"Can you pull it?"
"Yes."
The Boss laughed heartily, saying nothing.
In his view, it should be the dog pulling Viola, not the other way round.
After finishing a piece of fried chicken, the dog seemed satisfied. Viola, with the dog's leash in one hand and Ethan Viper's in the other, continued to stroll down the street.
The dog, Bread, has a really good temperament.