"That's Puddin'," Valmae said as she bounced back down the steps in an Academy of Magic Quadpots Team tee shirt, jean shorts and bare feet. "He belonged to some folks a couple of farms over. The silly thing refused to admit he couldn't keep up with the sheep in these hills any more, so they gave him to me. He keeps the foxes and other critters out of the chickens for me."
She patted the dog's head as she passed them to go into the kitchen. "There's beer in the fridge if you want any," she told him after she'd raided what she needed to throw the meal together out of the rattling old thing. She was humming as she cooked partially through magical means and partially through Muggle ways.