Swiftcurrent Creek sporks

As usual, her performance was a resounding success. A soaked and sticky Relonikiv latched on to her muzzle, slapping her with his ungainly paws. The attention could only mean he wanted more - it was the opposite of the behavour the pups displayed when faced with unwanted bath-time (and each day made them more wily).

Bazi didn't bother cleaning up the ropes of drool that stretched from her lips, but took a breath in preparation for round two. Just as she hit full capacity and began to push air through loose, flapping cheeks, the raspberry became something quite different. An enormous post-puke burp hijacked the show, and with that came an involuntary encore of the dinner service. Before she could do anything to stop it, puke was exiting her mouth instead of air and the face Relonikiv was holding became a mess of coughs, convulsions, and grey-brown slop. It soiled the boy's exposed belly and hind legs.