[Sholmes joins her in a sit, pulling his long legs close and letting the capsules spill gently onto the ground in front of him. He leans forward a little to better look at the one Anna's already freed from its plastic.]

That, madam, is an English bulldog. [An… imp? Pffft.] Which just happens to wear a garment printed with text that says… "Bad to the Bone."

[It is just the right shade of ridiculous for Sholmes to appreciate.]

A very ferocious creature, indeed.