They could very well tear up Alice's dress for all she cares, she doesn't mind. She smiles and it feels awkward after not doing it in years. She shifts her attention over to one golden that has taken upon herself to kick her feet as Alice teases her, keeping her on her back. "Oh, I don't know!" She thinks too hard about it, really. "I think names should have meanings. How can I name them when I don't know their personalities?"

It's a perfectly honest question; to her, she won't pick names randomly, not like she did as a child. They had to be perfect, like naming a child or a friend. For her, dogs were more than just pets, they were companions and Alice always felt more drawn to animals than humans.