Redhawk Caldera My "people skills" are "rusty."

He didn't have to wait long to see if Towhee approved of his cleanliness; her gaze swept quickly over his fur, then she gave him an eager instruction with her sign language. Obediently, Elwood pivoted and dug his paws into the soft earth, propelling himself forward and away from Towhee.

He glanced over his shoulder long enough to grin and stick out his tongue -- a playful gesture that she would surely recognize -- but didn't break his stride. He loped along at a pace that was just slow enough to ensure that she would catch up to him shortly.