It was on the tip of Dug's tongue to ask what a dick was, and he managed the first three words before his brain - small as it was - kicked into gear and he remembered it being used before. He could fill in the blanks. He frowned a bit, and nodded his head quite firmly. "Yes. Chase is a dick."
He grinned widely, trotting along behind Mercy as she moved, and likely getting in everyone's way and not noticing. "I did not realize that it was part of the moon. We played the last time that he went furry, when the mean dementors were in the old hotel. It was a lot of fun. Then I went missing. That was probably less fun, but I do not remember."
He listened as she explained about snow, and frowned a bit. "It is like ice that falls from the sky?" he asked, trying to put two and two together, and then his face split into a grin. "I should very much like to see that, Miss Mercy! Very much! Will it snow tomorrow?"