October 17, 2018

White Dog nudged Steve toward the linen closet. "Remember, Dad, when Zsofia was a Baby and got her Lady Surgery?" Steve looked at her, puzzled. "We got a bunch of t-shirts for her to wear to keep from bothering the healing?" Steve nodded tentatively but was not making a connection.

WD pawed the door to the closet. "This is where we have stored WDA odds and ends like Nuka clothes, and other things. Maybe those shirts are in here."

Steve opened the storage; "Why do you want those t-shirts, Baby Girl, they will be too big for you and you never wear clothes." "Zso was a puppy then," WD answered, "and I think the shirts might fit Nilla."

With Nilla's adrenal problems she has big patches of bare skin and the cold weather here has left her cold to touch. White Dog was concerned that we keep her sister warm as possible without encumbering her.

Steve rummaged way back on the shelves and drew out three human toddler sized tees. He held them up. WD wagged, "I think they might be just the perfect size, let's try them on and see."

They excitedly put Nilla in my arms as they dressed her in the blue shirt. It was an ideal fit and Nilla seemed grateful for the warmth.