"Saur saur, bulbasaur." the pokémon says, soothingly. "Saur bulba bulbasaur saur, bulbasaursaur." Its little friend didn't look particularly neglected or anything, so Bulbasaur is quite sure Harold is being taken care of adequately.

The creature leads the way outside, then toward the garden. A short distance from the garden gate there's a shrub that's been roughly shaped into the semblance of a six-tailed fox.

"Saur bulba bulbasaur, saur saur." it says, nodding.