Once he'd gotten upstairs and located the dog, lassoing him was fairly easy. The big mutt was still little more than a puppy, and came over to Lou immediately when he saw him, tail wagging. He clearly had no idea that what he had done was in any way problematic, and wriggled only a little when Lou fit the leash back around his neck. Putting the upstairs back in order was a little more complicated, and required a series of spells, but the damage up here was nothing compared to what a mess the dog had made downstairs, and so it was shortly set to rights. The dog nearly pulled him down the stairs when he opted to take the steps in bounds rather than at any sort of reasonable pace, and Lou barely caught himself on the bannister to avoid ending up at the bottom of the stairs in a heap, with the dog on the loose again. He may have been a puppy, but Merlin, he was strong!

Once he'd safely made it downstairs, however, Lou wasn't really sure what to do next. The place was still a wreck, and the man who owned the house was still sitting on the floor missing a leg, but Lou wasn't sure whether he'd want help righting any of the above or whether he would prefer to just have the dog out of the home as quickly as possible, given how thoroughly he'd been able to wreck the house the last time he'd slipped loose.

"Er," Lou said, struggling to hold the dog's leash tight enough that he couldn't reach the man on the floor (because, naturally, his first instinct was to go over and attack the man with his tongue, which likely wouldn't be appreciated). "Should I... go, or can I help with something?"