Pretzel! Rhy resisted the urge to make a loud, pleased noise. He knew that he had agreed with Llewellyn that carrying had to stop, but to have Pretzel just there? He stooped down and gathered Pretzel right into his arm, picking him up and closing the door with a foot.

"Oh my lovely widdle pupper," Rhy cooed as he headed for the kitchen. "Gonna get you water. Are you thirsty widdle boy? And food. Snacks for Pretzel."

Yes, he might have to beg off of work to get what they might need for their boy. And then taken him to Llewellyn.