Of course he's loyal. The dogs're the last line of defense between you and being turned, you treat them like fucking royalty.

[ He said that before, didn't he? Those exact words. And Fourth Dog, Fourth Dog had been spoiled the most out of any of them. He'd been the one to sniff out tainted blood in his eldest sister in time to save her from turning. Every member of the family had snuck him extra food after that. He'd got fat. Been retired from work early to spend his last few years curling up in front of fireplaces and playing with the children and sleeping on Enid's lap in the seat by the window and covering her reading dresses in shed fur. ]

Never thought that 'treating them like royalty' would be quite so literal as to include allowing them to decide what to do with prisoners.