It was all Kratos could do not to literally sit down and laugh, right there on the dock. What held him back, despite the comedy of errors, was that this time it was his fault. He knew the dog wanted to go, but he mistakenly thought with Perses right there, the animal would behave and stay put. Still, he should have kept a firmer grip on the leash. And barring that, he should have caught the thing as it was slipping out of his hand. Half his job was being strong and fast, and he'd just been defeated by a dog
The idea that that might get back to his brother, or worse, his king, was sobering enough that Kray was able to stand there stoically. Even if he was still grinning on the inside. Because how could he not when the dog looked so happy with himself for managing to get into the pool?
But when Perses had to hop back into the pool to push this dog out, Kratos control broke. Though the big, rolling guffaws that wanted to come out were held back, his shoulders shook with the effort to contain his laughter. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and he breathed heavy through his nose as the humor of the situation rocked through him. It was a few minutes before he regained his composure.
“Maybe,” he said just loudly enough to reach his uncle's ears, “you should find them a pond or something. Ducks to chase. They really seem to like the water. But, uh, first, let me buy you a funnel cake. To apologize.”
He held out his hand to help pull Perses from the pool, and hoped that the dogs would stay out of it now. Funny as it was, twice was enough.