Meadowlark Prairie whisk me away

Imagine her delight when a strapping specimen answered her call. She turned towards the sound of his welcoming rumble, tail high, whipping furiously. Sure, he may be a total grass stained mess but that was of no consequence to her.

She dropped her front half down low in an inviting playbow. Then like a loaded spring, she excitedly bounded towards him. What a lucky fellow he was to have found her. That platinum and fawn kissed pelt of hers shone like it always did, thanks to her well kept routine. Openly, she flaunted her curves as she edged closer. Stiff legged and tense with excitement, she extended her nose for a first investigatory sniff.