human
Is--is he really your dog?
gpt
Well, don't you see how he comes to me? asked Sig with a laugh, as he patted the brown head.
human
I found him last night. Washed off some wreck, I reckon. I gave him a bit of my snack, and then I got more from Bill Park. Told the pup to wait up among the dunes for me, where the wind didn't blow so hard, but he must have run along for I didn't see him after that.
gpt
He--he came right here to me, spoke Rick.
human
I--I wanted a dog a long while. I--I prayed for him and he came. But if--if he's your dog, Mr. Bailey----
gpt
Oh, shucks! He isn't my dog; that is special!