Lion Head Mesa teacup ride

well of course he'd heard the queen had brought home a pet. it only made sense that a royal advisor would keep his ears perked and attentive. unfortunately, that approach to information gathering only worked so long as those eavesdropped on knew what they were talking about.

( and the one eavesdropping had a smidge more imagination. )

so it was that gucci had expected some sort of malformed, radio-collared coyote - 

and not to meet face-to-face with a purebred piccolo levriero italiano.

his little mouth fell as he watched this other dog at the other end of the hallway, utterly flabbergasted.

it much resembled the world's least intense standoff.