She chuckled and said, “That’s the best kind of pug. The fatter they get, the more lovable they are. I have a Dalmatian which is pretty much the opposite of a pug.” Val had a soft spot for any animal, really. They were much easier to figure out and much more trustworthy than humans were, after all. “We should probably work on that, then,” she said in agreement with a smirk, knowing it definitely wouldn’t happen no matter how hard she tried. She was far too used to blurting whatever she thought out to be able to fix that little problem of hers.
“Dalmatians actually like to walk from what I hear,” Leah laughed, thinking of her fat little pet who struggled with the walk down the stairs from the flat. It was probably in part her own fault, ut she didn’t mind, so long as it wasn’t affecting the little four legged brat’s health. “I don’t think I’d have too much of a job left if I did,” she admitted with a jovial shrug. “Someone’s gotta do it and it seems some people think that a radio host should be the one.”