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

Fin watched her daughter closely as they reached their destination. There was a look on her face that was very familiar--one that the mother had very quickly learned to recognize and understand. "You okay? You got the 'whelmies?" she asked gently, smiling and wagging her tail in a reassuring way. She knew her tiny pup was easily overwhelmed, but she also would not baby the girl and make it seem like there was really anything to feel overwhelmed by.

As usual, Sugar Glider got over her "whelmies" and began to dig eagerly into the soil. Fin stepped back, out of the way of the dirty spray and moved to lie down and take her usual role of supervisor. Before she did so, though, she paused and considered for a moment. When was the last time she dug a hole just for the fun of it? Her daughter was certainly having a blast. Maybe she ought to give it a try.

Turning so she faced her pup, but left a good amount of space between them, Finley dug her own paws into the earth and began to scoop out a few divets. She smiled and gave a soft chuckle. It wasn't actually all that fun, but that only made it even more amusing to her now that Sugar Glider seemed to think it was. So, she kept on digging.