It's not a dog. It's one of the creatures from Dune.

[Lo and behold, your knight in Lulu Lemon armor. He's in the tracksuit this time and he's got his gun but really he's trying to figure out if shooting it's even gonna do much damage. It's an insect, not a person, which makes killing blows a little more difficult.]

C'mon man. You really can't be this stupid.

[Well, the gun is loaded just in case. He's luckier than most, made it to whatever hellhole this is with his shitty green station wagon.]

Either shoot it or run for the car, you're not a maggot charmer so you're probably on the menu.

[Whatever, it's his problem, right? Hank brought this on himself, why should he have to get his hands dirty saving this asshole who's only ever made his life worse.]

Or die. I don't care, but I'm not gonna waste valuable energy trying to talk down a fucking parasite the size of a canoe.