Opal was enjoying being brushed out. Lilly watched intently as the others all made themselves busy elsewhere. Steve held out the brush as he finished removing Opal's clump of loose furs. "Want to try getting brushed, Lilly? Opal will tell you it feels nice."
"I think you like it," Steve said to Lilly as she twisted and turned so the brush could reach every itching part. "I have another surprise for you since you look so well-groomed and spiffy. Your tag arrived! Let's put it on."
Opal noticed immediately and called in the others. "A bone shape and mountains; wherever did momma find this one?" Zsofia asked. "The colors match your furs perfectly," said Diva. "Now, even if you are not wearing your harness, people will know how to connect you to us should you ever get separated," cheered Bailey. "Wear your tags with pride," Roman advised. "It tells the world you are one of us."
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