Redsand Canyon ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby

he explained the situation to her like she was a juvenile, threatening to embarrass the family in front of a new tutor. the dog only rolled her eyes in response, albeit her flews were pushed up by a smile as she did so.

"yea yea, i get it." she finally moved from the spot, but took another moment to kick at the ground like a cat covering its shit.

it dampened her humour a tad that she was apparently accidentally leading them the right way. whatever. now she couldn't wait to see what kind of baby ice ice got.

they were before the tablinum. diesel's face wrinkled further at the odours coming from within, plants and mushrooms and whatever else these animals used to clean their wounds besides their god-given tongues. the mastiff paused, turned her head towards her escort and gestured with her shoulder.

"ga an, intrahduce me." wouldn't want her glorious face to be the first thing his wife sees.