Lost Creek Hollow Gone fishing

SPLASH

hhack!

with flailing limbs the bitch fell into the pool, still attempting to swat away the angered bees.

hhack you, hhack you, hhack you! her paw beat the water, shooing away the bugs which had - aha! - begun to retreat.

yeah haack ohhh, go to helll! she barked after them as their buzzing faded back into the trees. no'ody hhacksh 'ith ee! arf!

a win!

the mastiff remained chest deep in the water, high tail wagging, full of pride.

... until something made her head turn, wringing out her neck folds until she was looking over her shoulder at a man whose appearance made something in the coal-powered machine of her brain sputter. 

her tail dropped.

...

then wagged again.

hi!

she had no fucking idea who this was.