Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

His stomach rumbled, reminding Finley of another, even more demanding appetite. He should find something to eat first. He would need the energy for his intended activities, after all… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The yearling raised his snout into the air, sniffing. It smelled like two things: fish and salt. Neither was particularly appetizing. Thoughtfully licking his lips, Finley dropped his head to scan the surrounding beach, starting a little when he saw the figure up ahead.

Yo! he called out in greeting, waving a long foreleg before promptly loping toward the smaller canine. He couldn’t tell if they were male or female, not that Finley was particularly picky. As long as they were hot…

He paused a few feet away, not entirely sure if he found the stranger attractive. That didn’t stop him from offering a charming smile and a, Hiya! I’m Finley.