Lake Rodney the lake and my dreams

thanks for joining, kat! :D

heathcliff had just been dunking his head under the surface again, trying to see if fish blinked—jury’s still out—when the sudden scrape of approaching paws made him spring up with a splash, ears pricked and grin already in place. he shook the water from his fur like a very soggy bird and blinked at the voice, warm sunlight catching in the ripple of his wet ruff.
ma’am! he greeted brightly, as if that alone might grant him some charm points. his tail wagged, thumping once, twice. what can i do for you, ma’am? swear i wasn’t lurking—unless we count lurking for good vibes. you caught me at a terrible time though, i look way cooler when i’m dry.
he straightened, puffing his chest slightly, though it was hard to look dignified with half his wet fur stuck to his face. hit me. favor time!