Pups!

Bog burst out of the den before any of his siblings could beat him to the punch. Mom said they could leave the den today and he never intended to go back. He had been so bored! Bored his whole life! He had the ear of some creature his mother had brought back as a chewy ticked safely in between his teeth, mouthing it around puffed breaths as he circled around the den. His mother was barely two steps out of the den before he had run ten circles around the thing. He trampled plants and small bugs and maybe a sibling or two on his way out and had no intentions of ever stopping any time soon.