"Well look at you Mr. Pet Parent." He chuckles softly he takes Phil's hand the dogs trotting alongside of them. When they get to the rang Clint let's go of Lucky's leash and well he's very good for a one eyed slightly used dog, because he walking tail swishing behind the safety line and sits down.

Clint sets up a couple of targets and goes to get the arrows out of his locker, he pulls on his shooting glove and carefully pulls out the bow Phil gave him. "You're going to see me be awesome Doughnut." He gives the doggie a crooked smile.