Wheeling Gull Isle they're coming to take me away, ha-ha!

he was wiggling with all the excitement of his wagging tail, and once he batting her with his pale paws she began to giggle. the mouthing at her muzzle was less enjoyable, but that was part of the game, after all! she let out a little growl (playful, of course,) and tried to rear up to switch their positions- shove him onto his back if she could. at this point in time their sizes were still quite similar, and there was no telling whether she would be able to gain the upper hand, but she would damn sure try.