He answered the door amid the sounds of barking. When the door opened, a snout bursts through the crack of the door and a wriggling hound bayed at their feet. It was clear the dog was still a bit of a pup by the size of it and the demeanor. "May I help you?" said the tall, husky fellow in his early twenties. He was still a pup himself, but he was the one hiring. He looked the young man up and down and thought immediately that he would do just fine as a farm hand, for he was a strapping young lad and he didn't stink of alcohol either. But he had to determine more than that.

He gestured for the kid to come into his house, "I assume you're here for the job?"