"Well, hey there, Jeff," Carla Jean says with a grin, crouching to carefully reach over to pet the dog's head once she's stepped inside, letting Jeff sniff her hand. She's never really had a pet of her own, but she knows enough about what they're like that it's not too strange, at least, and she can't see a single reason why she would have objected to having one around, especially when Jeff is so damn cute. She can see why Kate would have liked her. "Alright, fourteen on three, seventeen on four. I think I can remember that."