You've come to work at Triple G ranch, ever since it became a farm for soy meat and a haven for rescued farm animals (and mythical creatures of course,) the place interested you. You walk up to whom you presume to be the owner

"Howdy."

An old man with a cowboy hat and boots is sitting on a rocker with his growling two heaed dog by his side

"Orthus, don't be rude."

The man seemed to be talking to the dog