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what gucci was quickly learning, was that the world of pharaohs was not much different from that of show dogs. the former champion nodded at the familiar talk of line breeding. 

he chewed thoughtfully as the pharaoh continued, and swallowed as a reaction when he was picked as the matchmaker.

the chihuahua sighed, and parted his forelegs, grounding himself.

"first, ah comprehend ya. there, unfortunately, ain't no other, reliable way t' ensure quality in offspring. mah own grandfather's mah father s'well, n ahve git 'im t' thank fer mah faultless muzzle." the chihuhua raised his face slightly, proudly.

"but, ya majesty, ah must ask, would th' heiress be permitted 'nother man? if he is o' quality, his daughter could be wi' th' true heir, much like how th' younger prince's an option fer th' crown princess." it would freshen the blood, and it seemed a logical thing to gucci, seeing how the two royal litters were equally divine.

"as fer th' remainin' two... what're are ya sighs pointed at? flatlands, mountains, sea?"