G growled at Chief. She didn’t like being called a dog. Yogi chuckled. “It’s all right, G. He doesn’t know any better. Come on over here.” Yogi patted his leg and G obliged. She sat quietly at his feet, holding the phone in her mouth as delicately as if it were a baby bird. 

“Well, boys! It doesn’t look like G wants to give it you.” I knew Yogi couldn’t outright say no to the Suits. He was too nice of a guy. It was easier for him to say G that refused, even though I knew G would’ve given up the phone if Yogi had told her to and meant it. 

Chief sighed heavily, like he was sorry that we had left him no choice other than what he was about to do next. He held up his hand and snapped on the laser contraption again.

G dropped the phone and put her paw on top of it, rolling it gently from side to side. Sounds crazy, but it looked like she was trying to text. 

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