Golden Glade Could've been the Willie Nelson

Like a disappointed dog, he tilted his head to the side and let his ears droop at her comment. She lay down and like the elegant lady she was, she began to preen her fur, which naturally made Bronco begin to utter a series of frustrated, yowling, whining sounds, like a husky begging to play. He flopped down onto the ground and groaned, still holding his catch in his mouth, which muffled the ridiculous sounds he was making. He rolled over onto his back, and used his hind feet to push him toward her a bit, which had the surprisingly amusing effect of also pulling back on the fur and skin of his neck, shoulders and back- making his grin wider and wider with every scoot, and pulling back on his upper eyelids so he looked like an absolutely goon. He uttered another loud, frustrated whine and reached out to touch her paw with one of his, still grinning at her like a lunatic over the rabbit he wanted her to try and steal from him.