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Akashigo, that made his ears perk up. It sounded like a kennel, most likely one focused on prick-eared, well-furred breeds - but could just as well be a shelter, based on the invitation the male extended to the earthy female. Could it be that she was a stray? Poor thing, Gucci couldn't imagine that sort of life.

He was addressed by the gorgeous male, and the question he did not take as literally as it was intended.

"Well, sah, ahm a formah sho' dog." As he said this, the chihuahua fixed his posture into a stack and morphed his face into the haughty expression expected of his breed. "Been competin' since ah been eight moons ol'. Ahm Golden Grand Champion o' twenty-nineteen, n triple Best in Sho' 'fore that, not to mention the num-rous wins as best o' mah breed n group." Thinking of his proud career made a smile creep onto the little dog's muzzle.

He then relaxed his posture and expression, returning to the polite countenance of before, knowing even a canine of his accomplishments needed to be humble. "N also got some titles for ex-em-plary behaviour n obedience, but that's none too important. How 'bout you, sah? You've got a, if y' don't mind mah sayin', a real champion's bearins 'boutcha. Good pedigree, ah assume?" Even if it was muddied by mixing, Gucci had to admit it produced a real regal-lookin' offspring.