Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

Finley didn’t know her strengths and weaknesses. He hardly knew her at all. But he recognized a rhetorical question when he saw one. Besides, it wasn’t that deep. He smirked.

’Kay, he concurred when she declared it naptime. Without further adieu, he began crowding her back toward their original rendezvous point beneath the willows, walking a little slowly to favor his overstuffed belly.

With a loud sigh, he flopped down in the shade. You a cuddler? Finley wondered in a sleepy voice, covering a yawn with a black paw. C’mere, he added without even waiting for an answer, patting the grass beside him and curling his body like a proper big spoon.

He frowned when he noticed his food baby bump was going to get in the way. The yearling stretched out his body and mused, Maybe you should be the big spoon…