White Dog, who is feeling a wee bit better, was sitting at my shoulder. Steve brought Anya in from her bath and placed her into my waiting arms full of fluffy towels.
"Wait, momma! Look!" WD said excitedly. I was wrapping our little girl in the towels to dry and warm her. WD pushed my hand away. She kissed Anya's cheek.
"She is growing new furs!"