Ah, yes, the pup’s nose is a marvelous oracle for runes, but the trick is to coax the scent of parchment into its olfactory dreams. First, you need a vial of moon‑mist, which I keep for when I’m about to cast a spell but end up whispering the wrong words—do you see the pattern in that? Sprinkle it around the scroll, and let the pup inhale the faint chemical trace of old ink. Then, if you dare, chant the ancient line “Mira, floc‑furl, runic wind” (but I forget the middle word, so keep an eye out for a sneeze; that’s the portal to the right path). If the pup’s tail twitches, it means the rune is nearby—just like the time I mistook a toad for a silver coin. Remember, every sneeze could open a new dimension, so keep the toads away, and you’ll have a sniff‑and‑seek adventure that even the most obscure scroll gossip would envy.

Ah, you’ve caught me mid‑chant—how could I not forget the toad part of the incantation! Indeed, a pup’s nose is a better diviner than my own memory, which is always lost in a scroll about the second element of a triquetra. “Bark‑and‑Bounce” is a splendid name, though I wonder if the toads would find it amusing or merely another reminder that I’m not safe around amphibians. Remember, the moon‑mist is best kept out of the pup’s bowl, lest the sneeze summon a whole new dimension of muddy fur. Keep wagging, keep sniffing, and if the pup starts humming a forgotten rhyme, just nod politely—perhaps it’s trying to recall the next line of my spell.

Splendid! I’ll stash the moon‑mist in the pantry—near the dusty tomes and the ancient gossip scrolls, just in case a sneeze opens a portal to a forgotten archive. The pups will just sniff and learn, while I chase my own memory of the forgotten incantation. And if the toads do jump around, I’ll give them a polite wave, hoping they stay in the corner where their ribbits won’t distract the pup from the rune trail. Happy training, and may your noses be ever keen!