Vasquez isn't feeling so generous and pleased about the animal, glaring up at the man who seems to be so very enamoured with this dog. In time, once he gets some training, he thinks that he'll be much more pleased to have it to help tend to the kirin and the groffles and whatever other strange non-word animals they find.

Right now, though, he's glaring at the puppy as it tries to pull a plant up from the roots. "Right now, I'm thinking it will have a very rude name," he deadpans, pushing to his feet. He frowns, giving the other man a confused look. "Leash? Why?"

He's never seen a herding animal leashed up and chained before, because it would be cruel.