"You're biased against the fluff," River informs him sadly.

But, agreeably, continues on.

For a few steps, anyway; that's how long it takes before the man tears his attention away from his collection of poodles long enough to wave frantically at them.

"Excuse me!" he calls. "'Scuze me, you haven't seen another poodle wandering around, have you? Bites a bit, the silly lad, but he's a softy really."