The hound gave him a little tag of his tail, padding over and resting his head on the edge of the sofa with a soulful look that said, ‘Yes, hello. You seem stressed. Have you tried patting me?’ Which was a look he was particularly good at.

Llewellyn smiled gently at the two of them before jotting down another note.

Let me worry about that for now, and maybe I’ll see if I can teach him some visual cues that might help instead of him barking for attention. He’s gotten quite good at a lot of the things I’ve taught him so far.