"You! Drop it!" you commanded, earning a fearful look from him, but not his immediate compliance. Shoving the paper in his face, you hissed "Drop it!" He whined, but lowered his head and let the librarian roll off of his tongue. "Good boy," you declared, even reaching out to scratch him behind the ear, getting a smile and one of those things where he'd scratch at his side with one of his back leg things that dogs always seemed to do.