Brazen Buttercup

You were once wild... don't let them tame you...

...I whispered to Hound as we weaved and hunted through the thick, yellow meadow, turning feet and noses golden, lost in the moment...

...unfortunately Hound then found a decomposing rabbit and rubbed himself in it. Golden-white fur turned red and sticky, and my little free spirit was noosed back up and publicly bathed in a bucket on the front lawn.

Naughty Hound!