Her Thing.

The dog lay on the grass on her back. She would groan and moan and wriggle and rub ---and make 'Wookie' noises. These were all noises to show--- she was happy in the sun, she was happy in the light, and she was happy in the fresh air. Happy, groaning noises of delight she made, as she wriggled back and forth, stretching herself out from top to bottom like the letter 'S.'  Swoosh swoosh, grunt grunt, she made music. How did I not know this was her thing?