[Mindy hasn't been a child in years. Physically, sure. Otherwise? Nope. It's not there at all. Still, she manages to give Rex a pat and a grin and a few 'hey, buddy! you're a good boy, aren't ya?' before turning her attention to Carla again. She listens, nodding politely. Memorizing details and the like.]

Okay. I'll call her later today and work out the details and then get back to you. How often does he eat and need to go out and all?