No. I can't decide. I just wanted something. [He wants to tell himself that he did it so he could be a better guide, and the he would have something that would be able to distract spiders while he had time to shoot them. But he knows in part it's because he had the funny feeling that if he didn't have something that depended on him, things might have been inclined to just stop trying.]

[The dog climbs up on the sofa bed and lays between them. The springs creak a bit but there's no real threat of it breaking. It stretches out, wagging its tail between them so it hits one's knee and then the other.]

I don't know what to name him. So far I just call him "Pas". It means dog. [Not that inventive.]