Goyle wrinkled his brow. He didn't believe that nonsense about dogs having germs. He allowed Bear to lick his face all the time and he never got sick. Then again, Goyle wasn't a baby. "You better be nice to Bear," he told her, "Some Muggles might try to break in one day when I'm not at home, and it'll be his job to protect you." Naturally, Goyle had a plan in place in case of emergency when he wasn't home (patronus message to him), but Bear was like the advance guard. Everytime that dog barked at the people who walked around the house, he earned his keep. He was a gorgeous dog, but he was big and had a scary bark.
With Gregory in his arms, Goyle stood. "Lets go to the playroom now."