”A dog?” He didn’t recall seeing one — not one of that description, anyway. Had he seen one without an owner, he would have made it a point to remember. “No, not around here. Is it yours?”
He wouldn’t have pegged Hakuba as the dog type, but — then again — he hardly knew anything about him.
“Oh, I wish! I love goldies, though the dogs I have are both back in London.” Hakuba smirked, thinking fondly back to the aforementioned canines, but then shook his head. “No, this is a client’s dog – it has something attached to its collar that they’d like back. Unfortunate that you haven’t seen her, though…”
He glanced up and down the street, then back, smile fading. “Any idea where a dog-sized water source might be around here?”