Sun Mote Copse Oh Heartland, Up Yours

It wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling, having his whiskers treated like a Gibson, but Colt put up with it long enough for Bronco to give a huge smile and giggle.  Success.

His son's growl wasn't exactly impressive but it warmed the cockles of Colt's old heart.  He would be wiley as his pops one day, or at least know enough fighting to get himself out of any sticky situations.  Fight to run was pretty much Colt's calling card all through his adolescent life.

He was about to go in for a monster fake-nip when Bronco sneezed abruptly right in his open mouth.  Another might have been disgusted, but Colt let out a huge guffaw.  Shots fired! he exclaimed, then gently grabbed the boy's ear.  Im ga geh you fr tha.  The threat was a little broken up by the gentle mouthful of puppy ear, but the sentiment was there.