Toils and trails

Had she been hiding, maybe? The young pup rolled in the grass of the nook enjoying how the peickly tendrils poked into her soft white and black fur. Her violet eyes were turned towards the blue sky, small clusters of clouds were blown across it by the soft wind blowing today. Yet voodoo would always be mad that whenever she glanced at the sun it hurt her eyes! It must be shy, Voodoo thought to herself. Then with a sudden flip she shot up and stood on all fours. The nooks grasses were almost taller than she was!

My had she grown, though she had spent a lot of her time doing a whole lot of nothing. Wasnt this the time in her life tbat she was supposed to be learning the most? She stretched her limbs forward her legs bending as her mouth opened tongue lulling out for a moment. She shut her jaw and gave a little shake. Maybe her mom would play rough with her. Bounding over to a clearing the pup sat doewn and curled her tail. Tilting her head to one side she decided she would practice her howl. The pup raised her head and while not the most graceful noise her sharp howl for her mom came across. She tried not to make it sound needy, even though she was.... needy.