She has a point. "You've got a point." The owner of the stall, who had until this point been hovering around waiting for some sort of indication as to whether they'd get a sale out of this or if it was just two more markless gawpers, seizes his chance and approaches, and Dorothy picks out the puppy with the waggiest tail, as it appeared to have snapped to attention the instant she'd walked up. Dorothy is of a mind that this is a good sign of a loyal pet.

When money is haggled and exchanged, the puppy in question is deposited in Dorothy's arms. It immediately starts licking her chin, and she grins so hard you'd think her face was about to snap in half. The puppy barks twice, and then starts sniffing everything, including Dominica.

"Okay, you're right, this was a good idea," Dorothy laughs. "What d'you think I oughta name him?"