Lion Head Mesa A new fantastic point of view

the pup attempted to communicate, but all that came out was incomprehensible baby babbling. gucci, only somewhat informed about the verbal capabilities of weeks old puppies, determined that simply wouldn't do. 

the toy breed freed his snout from the terrible toothless maws  and found himself with a wet muzzle. he worked to flick away the uncomfortable warm moistness with his wrists, doing only a somewhat decent job at it. the scent of nipplemilk, certainly, he will not get rid of that easily.

once his collar was adjusted properly and his tufts of fur were all in place, the chihuahua turned towards the child-wolf with a haughty expression and raised tail.

"naw. none o' that goo-goo ga-ga nonsensicality. you're a princess o' akashingo n you's need be most outstanding manners. understood?" he tilted head, as if expecting an answer from the girl (he was). "now, repeated aftah me." he raised a paw towards himself. "goo-tchee."