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"Actually if you don't mind the mess it makes and you get cheap but sturdy wood, you can make it yourself for fairly cheap. A lot of the furniture we have was actually my mom's aunt's and uncle's before they passed away, and most of it was stuff my great aunt made in her spare time. Who said a house wife couldn't make furniture?" He chuckles a bit as he approaches the dogs. Snapping his fingers he points to the ground, both of them laying down but the bigger of the two still growling. "Heel," the command is said softly, barely above a whisper. After a moment the dog finally stops growling and lays her head down while looking up at Don.

"So obviously you like dogs, so that won't be a problem. Walk over here slowly and crouch down so that you can present your hand from below their heads. This big one here is Wolfie, she's the head honcho between the two, and that's Bobbie her sister. They're both from the same litter but as you can tell Wolfie is the stronger of the two and more dominant." Don can't help but laugh mentally that Vincent had called them puppies, heck most dog crazy people probably would until they almost get bit.