Dash
Dash strolled quietly, his sister Missy jabbering about something he didnt care about. "Missy.. Can you just.. Be quiet..?" Dash whispered to his sister, who looked quite offended. "God gave us mouths to talk!" Missy lifted her head. "No he gave us mouths to eat.." Dash whispered, a faint growl in his statement. "And you would see that is you quit whining about how you need, lets say, "Important" Stuff, which in your case is wet canned food, a giant dog bed, bows, and a human house. Were fine out here." Dash growled, Missy snorted.