Dug is bounding upright before the door is even opened, and he barely spares a tail wag/flick for Kate before hurling out of it at top speed. Outside! Outside where he can run, and play, and fetch, and swim in the lake, and roll in manure piles, and--

Oh, right, different legs. Horses aren't really designed to somersault the same way plump dogs are, but Dug's luck holds as he goes sprawling mane-over-tail onto the new grass outside. When he sits up, shaking his head and stumbling to his feet, he's unhurt.

But he's...maybe just going to walk back to Kate, right about now.

"Can we play fetch now?"