(You just got home from the pound and caved in adopting not one but two new puppies, a four month old golden colored borzoi that wears an old red sweater that doesn't fit her, and a three month old Shiba-Inu that out of the both of them is the only one able to talk and walk on her own. You walk in holding Abby as she sleep's against you and Tash following close behind you with a fascinated gaze)