Heron Lake Plateau The Elgar Cello Concerto- but not Yo Yo Ma's version.

Ohmygod, she wanted to play, too!! He did some bounces (still running), propelling off his back feet like a coked out kangaroo. Once he drew closer to the pretty girl, he slowed his pace, trotting and wagging his tail in furious fashion. 

Hey, there! Sizzle cried out in his southern drawl, honeyed yet sharp at the same time. Good to see a face 'round here that ain't a rabbit or a bird! He stopped a few paces away from her, tongue lolling as he panted, trying to catch his breath. 

Still completely oblivious of the precariousness of the situation. 

I'm Sizzle, the greyhound offered. Happen to know what this place is called, miss? 'Fraid I'm a little lost. Understatement of the year, but whatever.