"Paul!" Linda exclaimed, running towards her mop topped love.
"Lind-WHOA!" Matha tugged the leash foward, pulling Paul with her and almost dragging him to the floor as he tried to catch up. "I uh, hope you don't mind my bringing Martha."
"Ha, not at all, if you don't mind me bringing Heather."
The two glanced at Martha, who was licking Heather's face as she giggled.
"Well, they sure don't seem to mind."
She laughed, showing her rosy cheeks in her beautiful smile. "Oh, Paul," she sighed, staring into Paul's deep brown doe eyes.
"Oh, Linda," Paul sighed, admiring Linda's perfect smile.
"Yech!" Heather exclaimed in distaste.
"Hey, I thought you were playing with Martha!" Linda teased as Heather looked down at the barking, tail wagging Martha.
"Does she know any tricks?" Heather asked, jumping up and down in excitement.
"She sure as heck knows how to steal you food, if that counts." Paul joked.
"C'mon, Martha! Roll over!" Martha surprisingly obeyed. Linda and Paul looked at each other in utter confusion and curiosity.
"Never taught her that,"
"Sit." Martha obeyed the command once more.
"I couldn't even get Martha to do that. You know what you might be one day? A dog whisperer."
"A dog whisperer?!? A dog whisperer?!?"
"Maybe," Linda smiled.
"Hey, what's a dog whisperer?"
"Someone who talks to dogs."
"Oh," Heather began barking with Martha as the fluffy dog jumped on Heather, licking her face again. "I must be if she loves me so much!"
