No collar and all the tricks. Rory can't stop his lips from pursing into a smile as he watches her flip about. Careful to keep his feet steady, he reaches into the side pocket of his pack for the ever-present baggie of treats he knows is shoved down there somewhere.

He's trying very hard not to wonder if Cody would get along with a tiny thing of a pal but the battle's lost before it even began. Like, look, she's cold! Obviously she needs help! Obviously! And probably shelter. And food. And a bed. And a home. And sisters. And–

Rory shakes the fantasies out of his head and breaks a pitty-sized snack into a more iggy-manageable one. "Those're nice tricks," he says, holding it down for HIS NEW CHILD the... the random dog.