"Of course it's yours, Mr Hunter. Isn't it obvious?" Hera said in a duh tone. "It's always your fault," she stated, keeping a straight face. Hunter tickled her sides, grinning from ear to ear as Hera giggled continuously. Meanwhile, the two black and white Shepherds chewing on the sole of his shoes were demanding Hunter's attention.
"Hey, that's not edible for you to chew. It's not your food," Hunter scolded his dogs, but it sounded more like he cooed at them. "You can eat that if you want," he said, pointing his finger at Hera's footwear and shot her a playful wink. Hera slapped his chest in reply.
Hunter groaned when Shine tried to crawl between them whining for attention. Still giggling, Hera hugged the Golden Retriever, resting her back comfortably against Hunter's chest.