Bull-and-Terrier x2

Ramsay yawned as he headed up to the house. Mrs. Corley's border collie gave him a run for his money during their training session.

Bzzt Bzzt
"Hello?"
"Oh hello, darling! I'm so happy you answered!" the elderly woman greeted cheerfully.

"Grandmother? You never call me unless it's Christmas; are you alright?"
"Oh yes, I'm fine...but..." she hummed.
'Oh no, what did she do' he thought worriedly.

"After your grandfather died and you took in his dogs..."
"Yes...?"
"Well I've been thinking...
Wait. Do you have any empty kennels?" she changed the subject, which worried him even more.

"Y-yes...plenty...why?"
"You know I've never been a fan of his dogs, so I raised my own. Oh they are such superior dogs~! The way they put fear into the hearts of men-"
"Grandmother, just tell me what you want." he didn't want to be rude, but he wants to get this over with.

"Fine, fine." she sighed "I'm getting older and my wonderful dogs are getting to be to much for me..."

"What are you saying..." even though he knew what she was about to ask.

"Could you perhaps take in atleast a few of my lovely canines?"
"I-I; Grandmother I told you I was looking into other breeds, but I meant Greyhounds or Min Pins! Not Staffies and Bull Terriers!"

"Oh, alright...I guess I could take them to the pound...my precious babies rotting in cages, only to be put down!" she started to fake cry, oh she was good!

"Fine...But! Just two at first! I'll need to educate my staff on breeds." he reluctantly answered.

"Oh thank you Darling! You will not regret this!" she excitedly responded.

"Oh I think I will" he muttered while ending the call.