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

It pleased her when her mother parroted her words back at her. Although not at all prone to outbursts or high volumes of any kind, Sugar's excitement prompted her to shout one final, "DIGS!" And that was their cue, Finley striding off into the forest and her miniature bounding (only a little clumsily) in her wake.

Sugar was too caught up in their destination to enjoy the journey as much as she should have otherwise. The scenery slipped by, unseen, as she trailed expectantly after her mother. Only when Finley paused did the youth suddenly become aware of anything besides her dam. Her black eyes flew wide as she was prompted to check out her surroundings, all of which were utterly unfamiliar to her.

It was all a lot to take in but Sugar did her best, sitting still and silently scoping out this alien landscape. Eventually her attention drifted downward, to where her white toes were clutching the soil. She wriggled them, feeling the soft earth shift beneath her feet. Yes, this was a prime site for excavation. Sugar directed a beaming smile up at Finley in the heartbeat before she plunged her little forelegs into the dirt and began to fling it every which way.