Max’s back was to me, his tail in the air as he dug furiously. Dirt sprayed behind him, making a little mound. He was filthy. “Max, what are you doing?” He paused and looked back at the sound of my voice, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Frustrated as I was at his disappearance—I was sweaty as hell—I almost laughed. He really was cute, in a derpy sort of way. “Come on, Max. Let’s go find your mommy.”
Lol he so likes dogs
