The first little howl surprises him. The second makes his own dog start to howl, until there's two warbling puppy howls rising up to the sky.

Jake has always been too curious for his own good, and so he takes a brief detour up to the house to see just what's causing his lil' baby to go into full wolf-mode.

It's another puppy.

"Oh, baby," he coos, instantly going gushy and googly-eyed over the little wrinkled bloodhound. (He thinks it's a bloodhound. It's got those long floppy ears and wrinkled little face, it looks like what he's pretty sure a bloodhound looks like.) "Look at you, sweetheart, you're such a good singer, yes you are. Are you friendly?" Before waiting for an answer — which the dog obviously can't give — Jake thrusts his fingers through the slats at her, fearless or careless depending on who you ask.