Lewis watched curiously at this little one in his harness, clearly showing empathy for the hatred of the harness before whining softly as he wanted to play with the fuzzball that strangely reminded him of a toy. "No, Lewis. I have to return this little SnowCone back to whom he came from. I'll see you afterwards." She let the soft music continue to play as she refilled the water for her puppy before keeping the leash up and out of the way of the little blue's teeth, walking back out into the hallway.
