Bearclaw Valley standing on the olympic platform, accepting our gold medals for eating

Lucas was making an effort to nap, but it was surprisingly hard to keep his eyes closed. His ears twitched toward every muffled sound now that he could make them out, distracting him from pursuing his dreams, and the world was just too exciting for him to lay down for long. With his paws tucked under his pudgy belly and his muzzle on the floor, he struggled to pretend he was sleeping. If he pretended to sleep, then maybe he would actually fall into slumber.

He was doomed from the moment he tried, though; Piper's shrill yap had his eyes popping open in an instant, and even though he issued a soft whine of protest, his tail wagged strongly. He tried for half a second to stay down, hindquarters twitching with the effort, but he just couldn't do it. Lucas was made to live, baby, sleeping was for the dead. He launched to his paws and was waddling toward Piper in an instant, his features consumed with a huge smile while his fat belly rocked side-to-side.

He didn't play like a normal pup, though. He came nose-to-nose with her and then reared up on his solid hind legs, attempted to shimmy his puffy hips in an invitation to dance with him, and promptly fell on his equally well-padded hiney.