G：Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?
R：Hey, Phoebs. Oh, hey, how's the dog?
J：Yeah.
P：OK, I talked to the vet. people are so nice upstate.
Anyway, he said that the little fella's gonna be Ok and I can pick him up tomorrow.
J：Oh, Good.
R：Oh, thank God.
J：Yeah.
P：Yeah, but he did have to have a bunch of stitches and he said that only once in a blue moon does a dog's ear grow back so...still hoping.