White Lightning

Moonshine wouldn’t be told what to do, but her bright blue gaze was forced to look out into the open ocean as her cousin said to look. She had no desire to go out and ‘fetch’ said stick. She didn’t like driftwood first of all, the feeling of the wet wood in her jaws was gross and Moonshine didn’t like it. ”My Dad is the best dog, and he doesn’t fetch.” She retorted as her attention waned. Pesto was hardly interesting and the waves were calling her once more.

While Pestilence grew frustrated and deflated Moonshine only perked and grew more happy go lucky. The older girl completely lost the puppy’s attention and Moon went back to chasing her waves. However a sudden thought struck her. Cog didn’t like to play in the water, his balance was far too compromised. Mo was a much better partner in the water, but he wasn’t here right now.

”Do you want to play?” Moonshine suddenly asked as another wave crashed around her charcoal speckled legs. Her blue eyes focused on her tall cousin again, even though she was now convinced the near yearling was a boring lump.