Sun Mote Copse here's the situation--i kinda kicked your dog into the sun.

Her mother said a whole lot of words that sounded rather comical when strung together, then demonstrated what she meant by dipping forward into a luxurious stretch. Sugar watched as Finley reached out her forelegs, her rump in the air, before kicking out each hind leg in turn and arching her head. It almost looked like she was getting ready to howl, which made the pup's ears slide backward in uncertain anticipation (howls tended to be very loud). But all Finley did was straighten up with a solid shake, then look to her progeny, inviting Sugar to give it a try.

She licked her lips, then dropped her anterior so that her tiny bum wiggled in the air, small tail feathering to and fro. She kneaded her little white toes in the earth, enjoying the sensation immensely. Forgetting the step with her back legs, Sugar then bounced back upward and then shook herself so emphatically that she stumbled sideways. When all was said and done, she looked up at her mother for approval before bounding to stand beside Finley, black beetle eyes glimmering expectantly.

"Diggy, diggy, dig, dig!" she chanted softly, rear end wiggling a little.