“Oh, I don’t know about that… But I certainly try, my love.” And he wanted to make sure the bunnies were safe in the yard, even if they weren’t in the hutch or if something blew over to it in the event that there was some windy weather. “She is, and she seems pleased with her reward for her bravery. This one is… Sugarbeet, if I recall the introduction earlier, right?” He was pretty sure it was, though he couldn’t quite remember which was which over the other two yet.

The bunny was, indeed, in sniff distance and Pretzel’s nose began to quiver a bit as he took in the little fluffy thing’s scent. His little head flopping in the grass and his tail wagging lightly. It definitely registered as friend-shaped, given he had luckily been around rabbits, but this was a new rabbit friend. Currently smaller than the long-eared things he was around. “That’s a good Pretzel. You’ll get a treat when we get inside for your behavior.” He promised with a smile, glad that the dog was being calm. Llewellyn had expected as much, having been around the dog for as long as they had now, but it was still nice to have proof that the trust was well given.