Swiftcurrent Creek Pupsitting does not mean pup-sitting

At the ripe age of five months and after getting his first permanent teeth, Burdock had begun to rebel against the conformity. Truth to be told he had never been a very obedient puppy to begin with and together with his siblings, any small trouble or mischief he could have caused, was multiplied by ten. When it came to parents, his very loud "No, no, no!" to any of their suggestions was followed by a quick and appease-ful (if there is such a word) "okay, okay", because he still relied on them for food and he had not yet figured out, how to get around this problem. So - he began to do exactly the opposite to anything his siblings suggested, pretending to be too cool for their boring stuff. 

This time was no different. Instead of running to the bushes to hide, he sat right behind Akavir, mimicked his actions and repeated every word his said. Like a tiny, annoying echo, he began with a squeaky and cheerful "This is fine!" and followed with a dutiful "1, 2, 3..." after each number he named. This game was so much more fun than hiding.