Storm greedily dug into his boot, enjoying every minute of the leathery, rubbery goodness that was Gander inc. He looked up briefly, seeing just a flash of brown. He went back to eating, but stopped suddenly. He stared a brown, or auburn, dachshund. He was gaping so much food splatted out of his mouth. She giggled, “hey handsome.. Dropped something..”. He did respond, but just kept gaping as he tried to make out words. All that escaped his mouth was – “Humna, hehe, uh…who… wo..wow…”. She giggled, and pawed his nose. “So hot shot, whats racing like?” she said, rolling over and laying on her belly on the table. “go..gu..Good! Great thanks! uh we uh.. We’re running uh…Your pretty you know that?” He said, making a dog smile. She rolled her eyes and laid on her back. Storm smiled wider, " so…..", “so what?” she said sarcastically. “I uh..I gotta go..” Storm said as he looked at a ripped up teddy bear clock. He smiled as he walked backwards out the door.