Pork Soda

Modesty's bundle of kids were energetic to say the least. When one of them caught him wandering by, they launched at him! “Help! I'm under attack!” He mock cried, dancing to the side to avoid her initial pounce.  He grinned at her, the spikey young pup coming into his full view now. She wanted to spar? She would have to work for it.


“Catch me if you can!” He warned her, picking up his pace to a light trott, leaving the den behind him as he headed down to the shore. He was more than happy to keep her entertained for a while. He knew he'd been volunteered for babysitting duties before they had even been born.