"No, no, Cherry, Sharlene is NOT my mate!" Cujo glared at the retreiver with hostillity.

"She isn't?" Cherry asked, "I'm sure..."

"No, no, it's just a joke I play whenever my bro drags someone in!" Sharlene laughed.

"But... you're a pure bred..."

"I know, our mom was a Golden Retreiver! Silly isn't it?" Cujo said.

"I... guess so..."

"Do you want something to eat?"

"Sure."

And so Cherry, Cujo, the pups and Sharlene, lived happily ever after!