"He likes tryin' to herd 'em. Chickens, goats, seagulls, sheep. Anything yeh get him around that's smaller than he is, and even stuff that isn't." He snapped his fingers, causing D.A. to turn his head questioningly. Lance shook his head in a firm 'no' and the dog visibly drooped.
"Behave yehrself, lad," he said sternly. "Valmae, this is D.A. I'll leave yeh to guess what that's short for."