The male chuckled loudly as he was buried under a pile of puppies, licking at his hands and face. He had taken his royalties to the park, to enjoy the cold weather and burn off some energy. L.Joe went to lay on the ground, despite it being covered in snow and was instantly crowded by his puppies. "Y-yah!" Every time he pushed one of them away, another would take their spot.-- The joys of having seven dogs.

     He moved to sit up but was stopped by Marshmallow, the biggest of the puppies, sitting on his chest with an amused look plastered on her canine features. L.Joe went to scold her but sputtered when Ashes, his Keeshond pup, started licking his lips of the chapstick he had on them. Groaning, he covered his face with his hands and moved to sit up. This time, it was a success. 

     "You guys are brats!~" He bopped them all on the nose playfully, ruffling some of their heads before taking a head count. 'One, two.. three--............. six...?' He blinked and looked around, noticing that Salt, his dyed pastel pink Pomeranian, was missing from the group. Eyes scanned the surroundings nervously, only to fall on a female who stood nearby. He looked down at her feet and saw Salt sitting there, wagging her tail.