Walter isn't really any happier to see the puppies than Bourbon is. He gently pushes them away from his legs every time they try to stand up and jump at him. Which is something of a task, given there's three of them. "No. No." He frowns down at them, holding Bourbon even higher up, as if they had any chance of getting that far. "You little furry assholes go find someone else to pester."