Ocean's Breath Plateau herceg novi

the intrusion upon his private moment with the forces of nature startled slavko enough for the komondor to go tumbling off of his boulder and into the long grasses below.

there he landed in a pile of knotted fur, on his back, and for a moment lay still and dispirited, pondering his life choices. was the ocean truly so cruel a mistress as to lash out at him in a voice sounding so mortal yet so lovely?

but no, this was no manifestation of the open seas speaking to him! he saw her, revealed to him in his peculiar position, and the dog grinned from flew to flew. 

in one hop he was back on his feet, grin accounted for, tail wagging.

"mai aepologies, maem, ai was unaeware ai was intruding upon yeaour teritchry." he bent himself into a playful bow before her. "aend "th' faeck ai am" is ae humble bard aend songster, at yeaur service." the grin persisted.

then, another arrived. slavko hopped up into a standing position, not losing any of his good humor. "ah, nou, nou tchrouble maem, yeour sister was jeaust sharing her opinions on mai work with me."