Lion Head Mesa breathin' soft on my skin

all words left him. the chihuahua was like a deer in headlights before the approach of the toddling wolf pup. 

he was suddenly reminded that, ah, yes, he was simply terrific with children.

when the boy stepped on his toes, gucci let out a subdued yelp, and raised the paw which had felt the weight of a three months old wolf.

he laughed while balancing on three legs.

"oh naw naw naw, mah boy, do ya not remember me?" he hoped he did, although the chances were just about non-existent. "ahm your... well. no. let's go 'bout this another way."

the nobleman sat down, took in a breath, and then put his teacup paws on the pup's forelegs.

"son, who are you?"