"I already decided we were gonna keep him," Jake mutters to himself, but can't stay annoyed as he watches Cougar play with his puppy. (He's a little annoyed at how well behaved the thing is when Cougar's the one in charge, but he can't blame him for that either. Cougar is just someone who expects to be obeyed, and it's hard not to. Jake gets it.)

Pleased that they seem to be getting on well, Jake turns back to his task.

"Cupid, draw back your bo-ow," he sings, lifting the axe and bringing it down hard to punctuate the rest between measures. "And let your arrow go-oh." The wood splits relatively neatly in two, and Jake smiles at it. Well done, wood.