Redtail Rise Peanut butter on Triscuits and I'm not even stoned

Their paws bumped together and Smash set hers back on the ground as Luke proceeded to tongue tie himself. She snickered at him, then rolled her bright orange eyes at his surname. "Parents weren't the creative sorts, huh?" she teased good-naturedly. "Mine weren't either, really. They called me Smash because I was born last and I came out flat as a Frisbee. It took, like, three weeks before I reinflated. My mom said most pups look like potatoes with legs but that I looked like a potato pancake with legs."

Whether or not any of that was true, Luke was unlikely to ever know. Smash made a clicking sound with her tongue, looked around absently, then turned her bright orange gaze back to him. "But seriously," she continued in her earlier deadpan tone, "what is life like, with a blueberry for a face?"