I promptly put my cap back on, with the little flourish I had practiced in my spare time.
“Now then,” I began, “I believe another introduction is in order.”
I whistled, and Pounder ran in from the other room.
The expressions on their faces when my lovely, large mastiff walked into the room was priceless.
“Here, boy! Here!” I attempted to stop him from attacking the newcomers with a series of full-face kisses, but he knocked me over and quickly welcomed the two twins with his great, large, pink, slobbery tongue.
I finally got him to calm down and lay at my feet after a minute or so, giving the two some time to attempt to dry their faces with thier sleeves.
“GROSS!” yelled the girl, as she grimaced at her dampened shirt.
I merely chuckled without a comment and led Pounder into the next room to give him his dinner.
As I looked around for the opener and opened the can, I heard the two discussing something in sharp whispers in the main room. No doubt they were wondering if I was trustworthy. I would have been doing the same thing in their place.
Well, I better not give them too much time to think of some conspiracies about my identity…
I walked back into the room, and quickly sat myself on the sofa opposite the two twins, and waited for the questions to begin flying.