What kind of breed of dog is that? (Open)

Alice cleaned her plates relatively quickly. Just because she could have just as easily tossed them down her throat was no reason to do so. She then watched with amusement as Stitch consumed, and then quickly... reconstructed a milkshake perfectly. "That's a cool trick," Alice commented, chugging the soda she got while she had been up getting plates. "So is this your first time on Earth?" she asked curiously. Trying to ignore her stomach.

Stitch thought about her question for a while. Well since he's arrived on earth he's never left, and when he arrived it was his first time. So I guess you could say...yes? to that question. Stitch just nodded. He began to get bored just sitting there, now that he was full and ready to explore the city. He began to pick his nose with his tongue and stopped when an old lady who was passing by with her plate, looked at him with disgust.

Even Alice would admit that was gross, but that wasn't important. He seemed to be finished eating, and she had eaten enough, despite her stomach's complaints. "Well, what should we do now?" she asked, not really expecting a direct answer. He was a strange one. "We should do alittle sight seeing," she suggested. Still plenty of time to kill...