Rex gives a soft wuff but he still keeps his attention on Florida. The older man falls over backwards as the mutt presses him toward the ground and licks his face, his paws pressing on Florida's shoulders.

"Down boy," Florida laughs. "Down."

And like that the dog is off him, curling up at Florida's side, tail going fast.

"Don't worry about your food. Tex taught him not to go after it. Besides, I cook special stuff just for him."

HE reaches for a white tupperware and pulls a biscuit out for the puppy. "Specific to give him sharp eyes and a glossy coat. Oh, and good muscles."