Seaside Moors Broken Lungs

She waited, wiggling her bottom, and watched as her mother came closer until all that she could see, from the view between her own hind feet, was her mother's forepaws. She felt a gentle touch, and bowed her head so that when she was given a gentle push, she rolled forwards over her shoulders, curving her spine slightly so that she rolled with surprising finesse into a seated position with her back toward her mother. 

Delighted at how well that had worked, she leapt up like a little sprite and dashed around her mother, circling her with happy, bouncing steps, before she skidded to a halt in front of her again, forehead lowered to the ground and bouncing on her hind tip-toes, waiting for another push.