It's been years since I kept a dog. There's not much room or time for a hound when you live in a condominium, sleep through the day, and devote most of your nights to work and fine dining. I wouldn't have bothered here, but a roommate is out of the question, and the clock is loud enough without the additional complication of solitude.
My father kept several kennels when I was young, as did I. That was as much expectation as privilege. An estate required hounds, regardless of the master's inclination to have them. Dogs worked more often than not in those days--a means of finding and bringing down game, of removing rodents and protecting property against thieves--but they were also cherished companions. My cousin's dogs loved her so well that one refused to leave her body after her execution. That was a mess, though not so much as what happened to my father at Windsor ...
All of that aside, I'll need a dog walker. I don't expect
her to spend the whole day lying on the couch, no matter how agreeable she is to it.
Filtered to Tony
Are you all right?
[ooc: I know the picture's of a male, but pretend it isn't. The point is, Henry got a fawn greyhound. Also, a heads up. Henry won't let anyone he doesn't already know and trust into his apartment (he's helpless during the day), so if he tells your character thanks but no thanks, that's why. ♥]