“Thank you, dear.” He responded with a smile before heading out through the door as well. “You’ve really thought of everything in quite a short time.” Honestly, Llewellyn was pretty sure he would have forgotten something in his excitement.

Llewellyn adjusted his hold on Pretzel once they were outside, a little worried he might try to jump down and run around, but the little wrinkly dog seemed quite content to enjoy being carried around for now. “Oh, and we’ll have to find him some toys, too. Could probably make some to practice his scent tracking again.” Maybe some old socks, ones that they wouldn’t miss.

“And perhaps some for chewing.” Llewellyn found himself chatting happily, settling into a lighter, positive mood. “I haven’t forgotten how much you like my shoes. Never your other father’s hm?” Pretzel snorted a little, eyes innocent as ever.

No, of course not. Rhy’s shoes were off limits to the pup’s mind for some reason.