Sniffing along the floor you slowly follow the male towards the front of the shop.
Casting nervous looks at the dog girl the old man turns his attention to the gentleman. “May I help you sir?”
But once closer to the young man he scowls. “You young scallywag! Playing tricks on your folks!”
“Folks!” you bark tail wagging as you dance about the legs of the elder then move over to sniff the younger male.
“Awww papa you know I was just having a bit of fun.” But at hearing a dog talk he blinks and takes a step back. “Mom get another of those Island dogs?”
“Come I want you to talk to her about that. And of course we both want to hear all about your work in the park kennel. Those Island dogs hard to train to obey humans?”
“Mother? We need to talk. As you know the rules about keeping one of the parks animals.” Robin calls out as he wades his way into the back of the store while threading his path around crates and barrels of odds and ends.
“You know how your mother is when she sets her mind on something.” The elder male states following along behind his son. “Come girl.” He calls hoping the dog will follow and not make him chase it about the store.
“Girl!” you yip enjoying the human attention your strange barks earns you.