Golden Glade Vans

Tapat was curled up in the den. He couldn't say goodbye to it yet. Even though the pup was past the five month mark he felt younger, more youthful. When his mother barked he slowly blinked his eyes open. The pale pup lifted his head and slowly his body followed. He stepped outside, looking sleepy. He sat down, looking groggily at his mother with a questionable glance. Though his wagging tail would tell her that he was happy to see her.