[@DeadlyPhoenix]

Noah was in the process of preparing to go out and pick up some clothing for the Mistress Marisol when the house phone started ringing. He recognized the number. "Master Vischous," he said warmly but respectfully. "The other Masters and their guests have already arrived home sir. Shall I have your usual meal waiting? Should I be expecting a guest from you as well sir?"
The Doggen's voice sounded nearly tickled pink he was so pleased. To a Doggen, serving their masters was their fulfillment in life, their greatest pleasure. If their household was happy, healthy and well fed, a Doggen was at their happiest.