dog race

OKAY I'MA GON' BE THAT GUY RIGHT NOW

Pasha was not overly pleased with Whitter's actions, which unfortunately (for him) did not deter the chubster in the slightest. With a growl and a bat to Pasha's face as a warning to stop it, Whit carried on wriggling forward, twisting himself so that he could use his big ol' bum like a medeival flail, knocking it against his brother's side to encourage him to bugger off while he suckled on the delicious meat hat.

The boys tussled rambunctiously for a little while, both struggling against each other for different purposed - Whit to continue to eat, and Pasha to find some peace and freedom from his unwanted apparel. Eventually, as Swift and Allure both decided to join the fray, Bazi intervened and separated them all to different sides of the slab of meat so that they could and explore and nibble without interference from one another until they all decided it was time to not be awake anymore and curled up for sleep one by one - Whittier at least with half of his front upon the meat so that he could snuggle his little face happily into the delicious gore.