As if he could tell Thom was thinking about him, Dog looked up and huffed. It was either dog-speak for, “you’re welcome,” or “rare burgers are fine with me.”
“Have you had him checked?”
Thom ruffled Dog’s head and looked back at Justin. “Have I had him checked for what?”
“I don’t know.” Justin closed the lid to the barbecue and sat. He held out his hand to Dog, who instantly jumped up to grab a free pat on the head. “Anything. Everything?”
“Oh.” Thom bit the inside of his cheek. “I guess I should do that, right?”
“I would say so, yes. If nothing else, you’ll want to get shots and tags and get some flea and tick goop. It might even be worth having the doc check that weird bark of his.”