Lion Head Mesa teacup ride

he saw that nervousness grip the woman, and hurried to reassure; "w-well he does, on- on occasion! but that don't mean ahm much 'sides good ol'--"

and there he realized he'd never introduced himself.

"oh, shoot! sincerest apologies, miz an-nah-el, but this lil' dog's, uhm, --" georgia honeys veni vidi "--gucci!" he feared the woman might suffer a fainting spell at his legal name. his showdog titles? perish the thought.

he gave her a bow that saw the tag bearing his 'crest' tinkle. 

"but, ain't naw need fer formalities!" gucci hopped up and circled miss anaelle, coming to stand at her side. "why don'tya come visit mah villa, miz? mah children should be gone 'til sundown, lil' crickets they."