[As expected, Jyushimatsu is happy to take things at face value... it's not a bad thing, though. That's probably why the two of them can get along so well. Ichimatsu drops the subject of the wobbledog's biological classification, his eyes wandering upwards as he ponders the garden instead.]

Well, it's not really my garden... some dog-god grew it a long time ago. I just kept the bugs out and --

[Then he cuts off with a bit of a lawnmower-sounding snort as he registers the rest of that question.]

H-h-hold on, who told you about that?!