[Somewhere nearby, he'll hear the distinct sound of sniffing as Gale approaches the elevator from the opposite direction, his own canine ears on the alert, curled tail wagging eagerly, nose turned upwards as he tries to catch Mr. Bennet's scent.

Bruno, apparently, isn't the only dog keen on chasing rabbits.]

I don't know for sure, but I would think most of his business would require he be downstairs to—

[Gale cuts himself off mid-sentence, the sniffing coming to an abrupt stop as he looks at Bruno directly, his expression sheepish and decidedly looking as though he's been caught.]

... this is rather embarrassing, isn't it?