Lion Head Mesa teacup ride

"ah-nah-elle." he drawled back, fully confident.

gucci felt a pang of pity - and scolded himself for such. think, back to those very first days! all the fretting, all the hoping, all those conversations awkward in hindsight -

what right had he to find another strange?

so, the vizier put up his charms to the max.

"aah, yeah, ya ain't gon find many much us vertically challenged 'ere." the chihuahua grinned, hopping his girth up on all fours. "closest is them 'yotes, but lemme tells ya -" and he leaned in to conspiratorially whisper up at a folded ear. "they won't say, but they'd take offense at such comparin'." 

he padded back, then, and plopped himself into a play bow ( hoping the delight in his face distracted from the noises his spine made ), tail up and waving.

"but you, miz, how's ya likin' it 'ere sah far?"