Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

there was something in the defiant, youthful tilt of her chin that the former showdog found more appealing than her direct attempts to woo him, but he had begun to feel in control of the situation, the soft smile free of any mockery upon his face, and opted not to give the girl any false hopes.

"ah see you've kind reasons t' want t' pair with crawfetha, but ah ain't in need o' any such upliftin'." it was a partial lie. he was still plagued by feelings of betrayal and abandonment, but he doubted the ways in which she wished to help him would give useful results. 

she offered to, after all, persuade him, and gucci's face showed mild, poorly concealed amusement at the way she preened herself before him.

"ah wouldn't much care fo' it." the chihuahua turned around and began to pull himself out the water. "ah know girl like you wouldn't really want dog like me for anythin' but experimentin'. best stick t' ya own size."