[Too much or too little to drink, it's the perfect excuse.

She smiles as she takes Rose, and scratches the dog between the ears. And before she can really blink, she's got too balls of fluff in her lap, too light on their feet from what she's used to. It tickles and her face scrunches as she tries not to squirm. It'll take some getting used to.]

They talk big for such small dogs. I don't think you could get anything past them without hearing about it.

[She laughs, but it's a useful sort of trick. Sure, the mabari was a formidable foe strength-wise, but a ruined surprise and head-start can sometimes make all the difference.

Though it's still baffling to think about anyone breeding dogs so small.]

Think they'll get much bigger?