Why is a wolf considered a monster, while a dog is just an animal? Tristette had never tried to see if Slarnd's power worked on people's pets, but it would've been fun to find out. Imagining all those people panicking because their dogs and cats and birds suddenly abandoned them to flock to her instead puts a smile on her face.
"Oh, look at you. Big guy. What are they feeding you here?"
It's a big dog. Doesn't seem to have an owner, and it seems content to be pet for now. Some fluffy thing, she doesn't know breed names and doesn't care to learn. She doesn't need to, they're all just stupid dogs. That's what's so nice about them, dogs know they're stupid so you don't need to prove your authority.
"Woof. You're just a big stupid, huh? You know your place, right? Hehehea-a-achoo!"
All that fur in the air sends Tristette into a sneezing fit. Once, twice, thrice, and all the while, her eyes begin to water and snot drips from her nose. It takes her a few minutes to compose herself, wiping her nose with her sleeve, all while the dog continues to sit there, tail wagging happily.
"Damn it, every time... Do you need something or what?"
It's hard to miss the guy who's been standing there for the past few minutes. Tristette had been making it a point to ignore him, but it's hard to play off an allergy attack.
"Or are you just some nasty stalker? I already have one of those, so buzz off."