Goin' Fishing For A Max (Max)

[Vrancho]

Willow dives under, letting the water collapse around her body, showering off the dirt and mud. She does her best thinking down here. What just happened? She recalls the previous situation. Meeting Neenah, having a good time until the thunderstorm when Neenah tried to comfort her, and then she started flirting and Willow was confused to say that she had kind of flirted back. I'm just confused...Why would something like that happen? 

Willow just wants to forget, so she does, diving deeper, twisting and twirling like an arrow traveling to meet its mark. And then she comes up, twirling and doing a back-flip in the air. Yes, she is very graceful in the water. Her cloudy bluish gray eyes stare into the water. She keeps her mind off the event with Neenah. 

Suddenly, it comes to her. She knows what she wants. She looks up and jumps at what she sees. A chocolate colored newfoundland stands above her, watching her. Her face grows as red as a beet with embarrassment. 

"Hello." Willow pulls herself out of the water and shakes without thinking, landing droplets of water all over the male Newfie's handsome Hershey pelt. "Oh, I'm sorry, that's just... habit." Her face changes to an even deeper red. 

"My name is Willow."

[Ridicule]

The Brown Boulder of Fur had just been plodding around in the river after a rabbit chase that was, in his opinion, quite successful.




And you really couldn't challenge it, with the fact of the five limp rabbits neatly arranged on the shore.He had needed to get a nice, cooling bath, as hours in the sun had almost given him heat stroke.




Max didn't understand why he had to be so fluffy. How had newfies Like him survived summers? Now this Newfie might not have been very bright in the first place, he did know one thing for sure.




HE NEEDED TO SHAVE. Shave or shear off at least an inch of his six inch long fur.Or he was, for real, going to die.




So in a valiant attempt to shed some of the coffee colored mass, he had been rubbing his back against trees, and rocks on the floor of the river.




In fact, He had just come up from the bottom when he saw her.All Merle furred and all.She was Beautiful, and she looked distressed.




So he slowly made his way over from where he was, before he got splashed.He shook himself off, before assuring her with his voice, deep and clear as a lake:




"No Harm No Foul.I'm already wet.Plus, I will probably rain on you a bit, too.My fur is a bit... loose."
Now His face was beginning to redden.Darn was she cute.He'd better be gentlemanly and introduce himself too.

So, extending a paw in greeting, and =accidentally showering her with water, he replied:

"The Name's Maxwell.But I like being called Max.Oops.Sorry, see what I told you? I'm a clutz with a 'K' "

[Vrancho]

The water maiden was silent, her snow powdered maw twitched occasionally in the heat, along with her nose, but her nose twitched mostly because it was breathing in the scent of the chocolate colored mountain of a Newfoundland, his huge pink tongue lolling sloppily out of his mouth, droplets of drool at his chin, oversize nose heaving in and out, inhaling the air around him. He was quite handsome; Willow liked his puffed out, almost-too-big fur, it would be fund to play with. 

Why was she thinking that? She didn't even know him, and she wasn't so sure she wanted to, what with his gigantic size, if he had a unsavory temperament, he could use his size to an advantage. But as soon as she saw his dopey actions, that sloppy grin with his tongue flopping out like a wet fish down to his chest, and his endearing words, she knew she not only wanted to meet him, she wanted to spend time with him. 

So, giggling, the beautiful blue merle dame began to speak, her smooth, silky feminine voice. "Okay, I was just making sure. I wonder why dogs shake all the time after swimming, ya know?" Willow was so nervous and was talking so fast that she didn't understand what she was doing. "I'm sorry... I haven't seen many dogs since the blizzard. I'm a bit rusty on my social skills."

Willow gave him her signature lopsided smile, the dimple on her left cheek showing. The Border Collie femme giggled again as the chocolate blob of fur shook water all over her. "Well, nice to meet you, Max a clutz with 'K'. Willow grinned wider. This was the most fun she'd had in forever. 

Words: 290
Notes: They are going to be so cute together!
Muse: The best it's ever been.
Tune: Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars
Tag: Ridicule with Max

[Ridicule]

"Okay, I was just making sure. I wonder why dogs shake all the time after swimming, ya know?"

"I'm sorry... I haven't seen many dogs since the blizzard. I'm a bit rusty on my social skills."

"Well, nice to meet you, Max a clutz with 'K'.
These raced through the chocolate colored mutt's head.

Dang is she cute.The Blizzard, why think of that coldness, when I feel so warm and Fuzzy? Social Skills? Pssh, mine are way worse.

And so the large male turned onto his back, releasing a rather large sigh.

"Gee, I don't know why we shake. I guess its 'instinct' or somethin' like that. All I know is that it dries us off."

floating, he looked over at the beautiful female.Her lopsided smile was so pretty, complementing her look entirely.She was gorgeous, and enticing.

He had never been so... in love, with someone.Not even Winnie.Winnie! He had to tell her.

later... It all could wait...

[Vrancho]

Still smiling that dorky lopsided smile, she looked into the brown eyes of the equally dorky, gigantic chocolate brute. Willow definitely knew that she and Max, the clutz with a K, were going to be fast friends. He was so enlightening, and he made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. What was that feeling. She shifted her weight and inched forward. "So, Max, would you join me for a swim?" 

Willow, not waiting for his answer, hurled her sexy body towards the water, a great splash proclaiming that she was diving down to the very depths of the silvery blue. Swimming is the most fun ever. Tiny bubbles slowly pop on the surface; suddenly a blue merle head shoots into the sky followed by and acrobatic body twirling, back flipping, jumping, and getting everything soaked. Willow doesn't know if Max is in the water or not; her eyes are too blurred with water droplets to see very well, but she does know that if he's still on the bank he may as well be swimming because he's probably wet enough because of her splashing. 

Oh well, Max the clutz with a K won't mind. 

Words: 290
Notes: Sorry this  post is kind of crappy. 
Muse: Awesome. 
Tune: Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars
Tag: Ridicule with Max