Balthazar nods slowly, crouching to peer into his dog's eyes. The animal tries to lick his face gamely, but can't quite reach through the gate. "Well...expense is no problem, but we'll see how well he's adapted. No need to put him through more trauma if he's happy as he is."

He hands off the application absently. "I didn't think to bring a leash, either. I'll take one...do you sell treats and toys, too?"