"There must be a bitch in heat nearby; the dog is acting crazy! He is going to destroy all of his girlfriends!" Emma whines, her gaze fixed on the mounds of stuffing from teddy bears that her dog had ripped apart as it humped them.

"Why are you so surprised?" Sir smirks. "You're a horny, little minx, and the dogs take after their owners. In comparison to you being in heat all year, your dog is actually quite tame."

Emma rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath, knowing he is right.