Dream girl had gone about her ways. She had sought out a place that felt like home. A small place near trees and a small mossy hil. A windbreak if you would. Reminded her a bit of round valley. And now she danced and hummed to herself as she dug out the den a little deeper for herself.
Anyone who came across her would find her quite a site. No head or face, but a rear end swaying with the song she sang as she dug. Head below the ground. Mirthful singing voice. But she was enjoying her small labor of love, to make a home and was not really thinking of anyone coming upon her in such a state.
Anyone who came across her would find her quite a site. No head or face, but a rear end swaying with the song she sang as she dug. Head below the ground. Mirthful singing voice. But she was enjoying her small labor of love, to make a home and was not really thinking of anyone coming upon her in such a state.
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Dancin paws, and singing voice - by Dreamgirl - December 12, 2025, 02:40 PM