Wow, that sounds like it sucked. [Wally drops the bag on the table and takes a Twizzler out of the already open back, gnawing on it when Springsteen starts nosing at his clothes.] Aww, buddy! You're so cute! [Wally crouches and rubs at Springsteen's face and ears.] Why do all my girl friends own dogs? Is it like a requirement for you?