Farren followed her brother down the way to where the girl was standing. She was very thankful that the girl had managed to avoid being taken out by the horde of pups; the dogs were good natured and loved people and she didn’t want there to be a squabble with someone who had a grudge against them. Fortunately, the girl seemed in good humor and she even tossed the ball for the dogs to chase again. August scooped it up first, though and they drew up even with the girl. Farren’s thumbs were hanging off of her belt loops, but she rose one hand to wave pleasantly at the redhead.
“Promise they’re not rabid or anything,” she joked and began pointing at the dogs as she said their names. “Homer, Rufus, Moony, and Napoleon. They’re a bunch of babies, really. Auggie spoils them.” She shifted slightly, pushing her weight from one foot to the other. “Sorry if they ruined your chill out session. You see,” she pointed at them again, this time focusing on their expressions. All four dogs were sitting or standing with their eyes locked on August and the ball. “They kind of only have enough attention for one thing at a time.”