[ Gunther gets a better reception this time. No growling or anything, just a curious sniff or two in return. ]

No. My job is to help school children cross the street.

[ Which he isn't so certain he really needs to be doing, but he doesn't mind children. They're endlessly fascinated by the talking dog guarding the crosswalks and, honestly, so long as they don't grab and yank, he hardly minds the hundreds of little hands that mess up his fur on a regular basis throughout the day.

This, however, is much different than the day job. ]

I do stuff like this on my own time. It's kind of an old habit.