Lost Creek Hollow Two, Four, Six, Eight; Everybody Excavate!

Jet was not a terribly perceptive pup, and not particularly astute when it came to picking up on social cues in particular. She didn't take much note of the stranger's rapidly-changing expressions, only that this was SOMEONE NEW and therefore EXCITING who therefore must be pounced upon and investigated immediately with nose and paws and, maybe just a little, teeth. Her paws and schnozz were made a little bit cleaner, some of their black fur starting to poke through in small hairy patches, as she transferred some of the dirt back onto the ground..but mostly because some of it readily rubbed off on the thicker, cleaner, drier pelt of Ibis. Or, well...formerly cleaner and drier, perhaps, in a moment, at the rate the overenthusiastic little Jet was going.

Hallo, hallo there! she said, sticking her nose up as high as she could get it before attempting to bury it somewhere in the vicinity of Ibis's chest to take as good and deep a whiff as she could. I'm Jet, who're you?! Why you here?! What'dja bring?!?! The questions were offered up with such rapidfire glee that it would have been difficult to get a breath in edgewise between them, much less anything like an actual answer. Jet attempted to stand up on her hindlegs on tippytoe in order to shove her nose straight into Ibis's wavering and less-than-keen smile, a quite precarious balancing act she almost managed, just before one hindpaw stumbled into the other and sent her careening down in a heap. Not at all discouraged, Jet bounced right back up and with a hasty scrape of one now-partly-white-again forepaw across her ear and face she was bounding straight back at poor Ibis's form. Y'wanna play?! I wanna play! C'mon!!

Unable to contain herself, Jet spun in place in a dizzy little circle of excitement before rearing her front paws up into the air again. Her earlier hasty attempt to comb her face and ear fur back into place had only mussed it up more, and an uneven strip of mud had been applied across the ruffled section of fur to boot. Jet grinned artlessly up at Ibis in expectation of nothing but fun and approbation and love.