[Finally, his hair is free. Diggers straightens up some, so he isn't entirely collapsed on this kind stranger any longer, but he doesn't back away--feel free to keep petting his hair, that's nice.]

You've done a fantastic job, my friend. We must have been brought together by fate!

[and this leash.]

Come come, let's find a place to relax, and share our views on art, and life, and society...!