Sun Mote Copse Oh Heartland, Up Yours

going to close so we can start fresh after!

Oh, ohhhh, you got me, we're going down! Colt rolled over with exaggerated dramatics, playing the vanquished role rather well if he did say so himself.

As he rolled, he scooped up Bronco for a cuddle with his forelegs, trapping him briefly while he showered his son with affectionate nuzzles.  Usually not one for outward displays, Colt was finding he had a hell of a soft spot when it came to his kids.  Eventually he set him loose, though, and led him into a nice game of tug on a stick lying nearby.