“why does he chase the ball?” Loki asked after a moment. “does he perceive it as prey? The books never explained.” he admitted. “they only said playing with the dog was important as pack bonding and socializing but they never explained why he likes to chase things.” he admitted, looking up at Cindy, since she was the expert on such things. Or Loki thought she was anyway. He watched how Steph pet Louie, not trusting himself to know how to pet him properly. Then watched Johnny pet him before finally stroking the fur himself. “he is soft!” he admitted before grinning when the dog raced after the toy. “I understand why Dogs are now.” he admitted. “they make me very happy for reasons I do not understand.” he admitted as he watched the dog racing around before nudging Steph and offering her the pouch of Dog Biscuits they had gotten. They where made with only good things, gourmet and all natural and grain free.<br/><br/>Loki had already been practicing making all natural dog food from ground chicken, eggs, pumpkin and gently steamed vegetables. He refused to let them get the bagged dog food, insisting that they could afford to feed the dog real food and they where going to or else. Loki didn’t have to specify the threat, they already knew Loki would sulk, refuse hugs, kisses and cuddles at night even to the detriment of his own sleeping health if he didn’t get his way. Given that he had been puking off and on since his unfortunate magical exhaustion, no one was about to argue with him anyway. It was rather suspicious the times he was puking, but he brushed it off as a delicate system. It was even more suspicious that he seamed to have lost his taste for sweets. For now, he looked bright and happy and healthy and was even starting to really look like he was putting on weight finally. So maybe he was getting over the weird magical bug. Or maybe he was just that excited about the Dog, since he was already making plans on how best to read with the dog napping next to him. Because that just sounded perfect.