John stood outside the saloon and rolled a cigarette, flicking a match across his stubble to light it. He leaned against the wall and let out a sharp whistle, smiling honestly as Gunner, his massive pet Boxer, bounded towards him and jumped up. "Hello, big man." Laughed John as his dog barked deafeningly. "C'mon then, Gunner... almost forgot about yeh, boy." He chuckled and headed in, the dog in tow. He picks up another bottle of whiskey and sits heavily back in his seat, grinning. "I miss anythin'? Had ta get Gunner here... poor bastard pines when I ain't there." Gunner barks happily and curls up at Johns feet.