lemon meringue tie

It was remarkably hot out during the midday hours, as it turned out. Being mostly dark furred, the little pup had been forced to shelter from the sudden heat in the shade of a boulder. There was a slight overhang, and he'd dug furiously at the dirt at its base to create a little hollow for him to nap in. Slender chin resting on the cool earth, and the rest of his body curled up in the dirt, he was quite comfortable. From above, it would be easy to mistake him for a bright red wolf- perhaps a little puddle of strawberry jam. His dark ears, still lacking the strength of cartilage to properly stand atop his head, were flopped over on either side of his fluffy little face.

From this vantage, he could watch the way that the light breeze that would pass over the short, new grasses. It mimicked the way that the water rippled across the lake. He found himself enthralled by the undulating motions, and entertained himself by picking out weeds, flowers, and other plants that had sprung up amidst the grasses. By and large, it was mostly grass in between the little islands of boulders scattered across the plains. Comfortably folded up in his little ditch, the boy panted lazily with delight at the sight of the rock garden all on its own.

pixels courtesy of king-lulu-deer & lvx-1