Well just gang up on him then, why don't you. He grunts and gently scratches at the scruff of the dog's neck; that seems to ease some of her anxiety over Garahel's proximity, though the ball of yarn--and especially that cake--seem to have piqued her interest a little.

"I think she should be well enough for the journey back," Loghain muses aloud; evidently he now has a dog. No point in arguing the issue with anyone present... or with the dog, for that matter.