Whatever training he'd attempted to give the dogs seemed to go out the window as they barked and yipped happily, planting their forepaws on your legs or standing up taller and placing them on your torso as they barked and attempted to lick your face "I said 'heel'!" His tone was firm but it was clear that no punishment would befall the dogs for disobedience, their silky coats of luscious fur and gorgeous eyes seemed to sit in contrast to the affectionate and clearly playful personality of what you wagered was around 12 Siberian huskies. "Can I help you with something?" As he pried the dog off you he spoke, though it was with far less enthusiasm than he had possessed when talking to the dogs, his tone flat and disinterested as he adjusted the shades that sat perched on his face.