Elsie supposed Mr. Skeeter was right; Philip was awfully busy, though she had no doubt he'd stop to help if asked. However watching Mr. Skeeter try to figure it out for himself was just a little painful. It was apparently he didn't really have a good presence with the pups as they either snapped at him or moved out of reach. Puppies were not always agreeable by nature, but this seemed to be a exceptionally different.

The next thing she knew there was one chewing on his cane and she had to stifle a giggle behind her hand as she looked away briefly. She motioned for Dora to lay down, then stay, which the mutt did without hesitation, before Elsie stepped forward to reach down and scoop up the little one being a pest. The puppy squirmed a little, but was otherwise glad for the attention, even going so far as to lick Elsie's face enthusiastically before she was able to get it to calm down enough. "This one has quite a bit of energy." She mused aloud, thinking that may not be something Mr. Skeeter would be looking for as that meant they required a lot of exercise. Not that he couldn't, the cane surely could't inhibit him too much, but it was also time consuming and she knew he was busy.

"What about this one." With the one still in her hands, Elsie bent down to poke her fingers through the little cage for the pups and scratch behind the ears of what appeared to be a little bulldog of sorts. He seemed quite content to be napping at least.