[When he arrives, there's no pink ghost in sight -- just a dog with curly ram horns dashing around the sand and trying to catch fireflies with decisive snaps of its jaws. It stops when it catches sight of Bruno, yipping happily before bounding over and dropping its front in the dog sign of play with me, plaaaay with me!
The sand, of course, hasn't moved despite the mutt's wild movements.]
[late night action] bow chicka wow wow
The sand, of course, hasn't moved despite the mutt's wild movements.]
Hi!