You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

He barely got down off his barrel when the blur of blue and red and white was on him, paws reaching, teeth flashing. His own teeth flashed in an answering grin, the cattle dogs charging forward to try and give him a chance to find his feet, all low growling barks and fast nips. What was it with chicks always being out for his blood? He barely had a chance to shake the thought off. Meeting her grapple with one of his own, he quipped, "Don' even get a name b'fore yer try ter sweep me off my feet?" She was small, and as great as it would be to just sit on her, this was meant to be friendly, so he'd do his best to fight fair.

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