Sun Mote Copse Oh Heartland, Up Yours

Bronco continued to squirm and wiggle with delight as his Dad reacted to the wet sneeze he'd emitted. His aim had been perfect- and he hadn't expected a negative reaction, as he'd never done such a thing before- and instead, he was rewarded. He'd have to remember to try and pull that trick on his Mom, when she was being a grouchy-pants, to see if it cheered her up too. 

Dad grabbed one of this floppy little ears, with a sort of gentleness that Bronco was more used to receiving from this parental figure than the other one- and since he'd gotten used to his mother's inexperienced roughness, this did little to stop him. He squealed, and tried to mouth at his Dad's face, but his neck was too short, his Dad's muzzle was too big, so all he could do was make soft chomp chomp noises as he opened and closed his gummy mouth in the air, making a racket of gurgles and growls the whole time.