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The toy male quite suddenly became aware of the presence of others. His posture, which had begun to hunch from exhaustion, fixed itself and he sat up straighter.

First, he spotted the one that was low to the ground, behind his back, hiding in the tall grass. Oh, were they in a kind of playful bow? He gave them a tired smile and a single wag of his fuzzy tail. "Oh, ahm sorry, ah haven't seen ya there." He addressed the canine - clearly of mixed breed - in the Southern drawl of his kennel, before moving on to look at the pair that made their presence known.

Now, these two had just the most lovely white coats, the bigger one's far thicker and grander than his companion's, and Gucci would bet his collar on shared german shepherd ancestry, possibly with a bit of husky.

Concerningly, the taller one's question made it clear Gucci and the playful mutt were almost-intruding upon their people's territory. Was this someone's ranch? Oh no!

The chihuahua got onto his short feet and adopted a submissive posture, as was proper of one to do when socially in the wrong. "Ahm real sorry sah, av only been here a short while, didn't catch any scents or nuthin'. Don't think them's at fault either." He gestured at the third, darker dog in the gras.