love me like a love song baby

She hasn't seen this part of him since...well, since a long time ago. When the pups were born he went into this excited, yet calm and mature attitude. It was a bit depressing, as she always loved his playful, pup-like personality. Bouncing around and yapping random things...she always acted annoyed when they were first friends, but she really loved it all. Now, she was seeing it again. But he had mud...and he was wiping it on her! She was his wife, not his canvas! He painted the nasty brown mud across her right and left flank, forcing a surprised yap to leave her lips each time. Then, he came toward her on three legs, hopping like a weirdo and threatening to draw a diamond on her nose. To match his!

Eyes wide, she sat up and leaped backward quickly, tail high in the air and eyes glued onto him. She growled playfully.

"Mi piace la mia faccia come è, amore." She began, smiling weakly as she backed up slowly. Right until her mud-covered rear touched the cold surface of a rock, blocking her path. She grunted and allowed her eyes to drift to the ground. Her minty eyes searched for a muddy spot...maybe to grab and smear all over him? But not many large ones were close by. Just a small, tiny pond of mud. It was the only one closest to her. It could work!

Wren smirked and bounded toward the mud, filling her toes and paw pads with it's cold, uncomfortable texture. Then, she bounced back at him, attempting to wipe the brown earth all over his chest and around his face. He'd look like Sparrow by the time they were done! Except, with those pretty orange eyes. Wren smirked at the thought and continued to gently aim for his chest.

"Speech"
'thoughts'