Lion Head Mesa Empty rooms are honest places

The toy male - not once questioning the benevolence of what he didn't doubt was a large dog - trotted up to the bed and made a tight circle before seating himself on its edge. 

"Fram the Craaw's Wing." Gucci repeated, his twang affecting the pronunciation of this quite simple name. He canted his head a moment, as if pondering it. "Mm-hmm. Native, aah like it." He said with a wag and a smile that had his pale pink tongue lolling.

"And, if aah may ask, where's it you're from? Me, ahm from Georgia, as it says in the name. Georgia Honeys Kennel, best breeders o' chihuahuas in the state." His chest puffed out with pride.

fyi gucci's also wearing a sweater. ignore this if you already knew that lel