Ankyra Sound working hard or hardly working

The pup absolutely knew what and where beach was, thank you very much, and could even say it. Sam felt a little stupid. He had spent plenty of time around puppies, but like his fellow men of the Witchwood he could barely tell a newborn from a toddler. When did they learn how to walk? Straight out of the womb, probably.

The sand still held on to the chill of night. Sam grimaced as his toes sank into it, and looked
down to see what the creature with thumbs for legs would make of the sucking surface. It would take ages to get to the mistress's tunnel. The baby would get tired, need a nap, need to poop, need food - and Sam had no breasts to speak of. He cleared his throat and asked,  ".. uh.. uppies? Up? Carry you?"