Redsand Canyon No Pigmentation Givin’ You The Blues

Roll here!

Donovan eyes her mischievously and copies her body language. His eyes never leave her own until she lets out her teasing remark. “Mm, maybe it is, maybe it’s not.” He sings back. “Don’t fret, dear, I will.” He challenges and instantly he’s charging towards her.

The lose sand beneath his paws makes it a work out all in its own to make it towards her, let alone actually hit her. Yet somehow he manages. He’s brushing past her left side to grasp gently at her curled tail and give it a sweet, playful tug  on his way out. He’s sure not to underestimate her. Sometimes the cute ones are the dangerous ones.