Plans for the Future

"...Felicia..." Derek would say, his dog anthro body comfortably laying on the grass next to Felicia, the two of them having their hands behind their head and looking up at the fluffy white clouds in the largely clear bright blue sky enjoying the view from their place in the park. "Hmm?" she would respond, "What should we do now? Now that we are back together and now that we're like...this...we can't just be hermits, can we? Should we even keep our names? I've been dead for ages and people think you've died...I feel like we'd run into trouble if we tried to claim that we are ourselves..." the American Cocker Spaniel face darkened slightly, serious and concentrated, looking at nothing in particular in the day's expansive sky. Felicia seemed to hum, her face showing a mixture of playfulness yet consideration, "Well...there are a few possibilities...it depends on what we want to do now...we can't exactly have kids like this, unfortunately. I suppose we should try to get jobs, right? So that we can have a place to live? What about going to work at the local pool?" she turned her face, a question written on it as she ended up licking Derek's own face, causing him to giggle a little before clearing his throat. "You're right, there is a lot we could do...just what to choose...what to choose...hmm..." though as to not betray his love for his wife with his ponderings on the future he made sure to lower an arm and pull Felicia to him. "Well I know whatever we choose we'll do it together, isn't that right?" he said, nuzzling into his wife's head as she let loose a cute little yip whilst nodding.