Frisk smiles a little, and then giggles somewhat helplessly for a moment.

"No, th' other one's Lazy Bone, duh!" The pup in question yawns again, widely, and raises his head up to sniff at Frisk's pocket.

...ah. Still no treats.

His head flops back down, and the larger Houndour turns his head around to bark in annoyance at his rotund partner lazing away over his back.

"Um, they were gettin' picked on by a trash bag, so I helped 'em out. An' then they followed me!"