Lion Head Mesa teacup ride

"...yes." 

his eyes shut.

that did not need to sound so uncertain.

"um, wha'e'er, ne'ermind." gucci shook his head out, then smoothed down the tussled cheek fluff with a paw.

he looked at the completely real toy breed before him again.

"goodness gracious, how'dya evah make it 'ere, miz--?" and he went quiet, realizing in his shock he'd skipped quite a few foundatonal blocks of social interacting.