Itches [Open]

[Vixen]

Pinn

<sup>Paws carried him anxiously around the open block, peering back toward the house he had bolted from for the dozenth time. It was one of the small things in the world that had his attention forever running away from him. It was a risk that could not be ignored that someone might catch him and hurt him, but golly! He had escaped the track a few times while the trainers were working with him, surely out running a well intentioned human would not be that much harder. The thought had the large brindle greyhound grinning from one side to the other. Oh, this was so much fun! He didn't have to chase anything, he could just have fun!

The itch blindsided him, and down he went, crying out in dismay. Itchy! Oh, he hated being itchy. Surely there was something to do about it - eyes ran over the houses, and his nose reached out to sniff the air. Yes, grass! He needed some grass. It was enough to have him springing back to his feet, flouncing his way over across the street onto the sweetly manicured lawn. It did nothing for Pinn's interest, until the grass got a little bit harsher. Then it was a simple task from there, bottoms up!

Ducking into a roll, long legs flailed in the air as his tail wiggled about the ground. Groaning happily, his body writhed along the grass aiming for the itchy spot along his spine. Oh, it was horrible! How was anyone supposed to enjoy life when they had an itch like this? It was enough to ruin one's entire day - no, no - the entire week! The very notion had him whining, the determination fierce as he threw himself around determinedly. When that seemed not to be working, and his ear was folded backwards, he finally sat back up.

Narrowed eyes were going to protest the fact that the itch had not been soothed, but swinging his teeth around, there was no choice but to start gnawing. His mouth turned upwards, growling at the blasted spot. He would be victorious! There was no choice in the matter, the itch had to die.</sup>