Mateo
Tittering to himself and enjoying the ear scritches as well, Mateo overbalances a little as the shepherd suddenly bolts away, leaving him laying (albeit comfortably) in the grass on his belly. "Everrrrr," he complains, slowly rolling over - and covering himself in the tennis fluff the canine has torn from his ball - to see what the problem is.
Really, the barking should have given it away. Mateo can only grin as the blink hare responds rather typically, bolting towards some thorny undergrowth and promptly vanishing, as if to lure an unsuspecting doggo into getting his muzzle stuck with prickles. "Careful!" he calls out automatically, unsure whether instinct will win out over logic here.
Really, the barking should have given it away. Mateo can only grin as the blink hare responds rather typically, bolting towards some thorny undergrowth and promptly vanishing, as if to lure an unsuspecting doggo into getting his muzzle stuck with prickles. "Careful!" he calls out automatically, unsure whether instinct will win out over logic here.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
