Lion Head Mesa ductile

snuggling her cheeks brought him tail-wagging delight wrapped in nostalgia, the former housepet remembering too well the love of his Ma.

"-f course!" he yapped at her offer, still attempting to fix the obvious signs of his messy, messy emotional state. "need mah help? fixin' 'em plantsies, gittin th' very best cut o' hare?" his eyebrows wagged.

then he felt another sting of tears behind the eyes, and quickly looked somewhere else.