Redecorate

Dad called, and by-golly Tate was going to answer. The pup still seemed to lack boundaries and grace but that was okay. He was bright eyed and eager, and those were two things that couldn't really be dulled. Hell, he wasn't going to let anyone dull his sparkle-- not now and not ever. With bold, long steps (at least comparatively for his still small and stocky frame), Tate threw himself in the direction of his father's call. Barreling in that direction, nearly as fast as those little legs would take him. Not a quiet creature, or a subtle one either. Why would he need to be either of those things, after all?

Potato was out of breath by the time he plunked down in front of his father, peering up at him curiously. "Dad!" Still trying to catch his breath, staggering over his paws just a little. "I'm not too late, right?" Did he already have enough help? Tate cast a gaze around, focusing on the strange woman in their midst for just a moment. The look was neutral but curious, maybe a bit of a leer, but he didn't dwell too long. "What're we doing? Is it going to be fun? Well, maybe it would be fun... maybe spending time with his dad was going to be fun. That seemed like it checked out, at least in his mind. That, and Potato hadn't really processed the fact that the beach was really pretty messy.

What had he gotten himself into this time?

"Potato"