Anders gasped and nearly jumped back at the dog suddenly going for him. He side stepped instead, hoping to miss any over exuberant dog slobber all over his face. When the dog stopped at his owner's command, Anders got a closer look, noting how different it looked from the mabari he knew of yet was unmistakably a dog with its tail wagging and doggish scent.

He held his cat closer to his chest. "Probably thought he could go and eat poor Ser Pounce-a-lot."

[OOC: presumably earlier in the day pre-getting drunk w/ shego.]