        He snapped back out of his reverie when she plopped down beside him, flipping the page with her muzzle.  “See Spot roll over,” Dale muttered.  She seemed to have discovered the ability to puzzle out meanings from the pictures, flopping over on her back and rolling away from him.  She kept her legs tucked close, foiling his chance to see if she wore shoes yet again.  He glanced down at his shirt, but she hadn’t left a hoofprint there.  She stood and repeated the sentence with her own name again, clearly perplexed by his silence.