[ Yeah he is totally not a mutt, he thinks, but the scritching of his ears is suddenly too much to make much of a fuss about it, and he closes his eyes, zoning out, and losing concentration all the more so when Peter's hand falls on his head as well.
He tilts his head a little more into Peter's hand, his eyes rolling back under his eyelids, and it seemed that absolutely nothing of the human words made sense to him. It all whirred together into a blissful sound and feeling of affection and warmth, and everything was good; the world was grass and Peter and scritches.
And his right foot suddenly thumped the ground all on its own, and he couldn't care less, because maybe it was supposed to do that. ]
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He tilts his head a little more into Peter's hand, his eyes rolling back under his eyelids, and it seemed that absolutely nothing of the human words made sense to him. It all whirred together into a blissful sound and feeling of affection and warmth, and everything was good; the world was grass and Peter and scritches.
And his right foot suddenly thumped the ground all on its own, and he couldn't care less, because maybe it was supposed to do that. ]