Patrick glances over his shoulder and gives David a fond grin, deciding not to tell him about certain dogs that are the size of a small horse, mainly because that's not what he's in the market for. Luckily, the three that she brings around are all fairly what he'd had in mind.

Nothing like a purse dog, but not so big that it'd trample them. "We've got three here for you. A beagle, jack russell terrier, and a corgi," she says, holding onto three leashes. "Any preference on which you might want to take around?"

Patrick turns to David, eyes bright. "Well? Any preference?"