Stavanger Bay goldjoy

He'd crossed the prairie until he'd met the coast. And he traveled the coast until he met another soul.

And this pale woman was his first soul, and he greeted her with chin aloft and tail wagging. His fiery gaze met hers with a friendliness perhaps too sharp for comfort—

But again. . .he'd been without company for so long.

Aye, mistress, he greeted her, smiling. He padded along the beach, leaving tracks in his wake. Ye ken what this place is? I'm tryin' to find a home, and I havena found much luck along my travels.