"Maybe we should get her to try out each one. You know, like a Goldilocks dog."

If you're going to make fun of him for it he's just going to make it worse, Ianto. Don't think you can shame him into letting this go. John wraps his arms around the little dog and moves to stand up, puppy wriggling in his arms.

"We can find out which bed is too hard, which one is too soft, all of that."

The shopkeeper, who clearly is on Ianto's side with this being ridiculous, shoots John a flat glance before gesturing at two folding crate kits then up onto the shelves at blankets. These ones are big enough. Take your pick.