Redhawk Caldera shakin' that thang like who's da ish.

The tension built between them with each passing moment -- it didn't even take much to start their engines after the flirting began. But in classic Finley fashion, she ruined the moment in three seconds flat -- after a coy and clever quip, she started laughing uncontrollably, her guffaws so fierce that Elwood had to withdraw from the burrow in order to see her face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth probably could not have opened wider. Despite the fact that she had actually cracked herself up with a lame joke, he couldn't deny that she was adorable -- as usual. With a playful roll of his eyes, he reached out to cuff her around the ears.

"Don't quit your day job," he teased affectionately, then stepped back and glanced down at his own forelegs. He was covered in mud up to his elbows, and as he leaned down to begin licking the grime away, he suggested, "Why don't you get in there and have a turn?" He wouldn't mind switching roles and admiring her cute little behind.