Pups will be pups

Thyrus was sitting under a pine tree, his tail was bent and held aloft by one of the boy’s front legs.  His other paw was busy removing what looked like old tree bark that had gotten stuck on one of his spikes.  The bark piece broke off in various crumbles.  Once it was out Thyrus stood back up, looking far up at the pine tree.  

Somewhere up there he could hear the sounds of limbs scraping and he knew there was life up there that he couldn’t see.  After a few minutes, the boy had to acknowledge there was no way to get up there.  No branches were low enough to reach even if he were the size of his bigger brother.

"Thyrus"