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

Finley said two words that made the pup's rump wriggle excitedly: "dig" and "cache." She associated the latter with breakfast, which was her word for any meal, regardless of time of day. "Yasss!" she exclaimed, enthusiastically if not particularly loudly.

Sugar bent down to pluck her new plaything off the ground, tipping it into the air and marching toward her mother. The shell was obscuring much of her view, so she bumped into Finley and dropped it. With a giggle, she captured it again, this time carrying it so it hugged against her chin. Holding onto it tightly, she peered up at her mother expectantly.