He runs in small excited circles around Danny, clearly excited to see him, yipping happily.
"Whoa, easy Fido," Danny laughed, situating himself into a kneeling position, the puppy still running around him. "You’re going to give yourself a hernia. Or heart attack, or something," he added quickly.
Bringing one hand up, he swung it down suddenly, grabbing the ghost dog by his collar. He stood, cradling the puppy in his arms as it barked, clawing at him excitedly and zipping around the platform Danny made out of his arms.
"Ow, geez," the ghost boy yipped, clumsily dropping the dog. "Talk about a handful. Were you always this crazy?" he asked, kneeling again and scratching the puppy’s ears.