Redhawk Caldera Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine

Wildfire found Finley's response reassuring. She smiled, her tail stirring. But her face fell slightly when her aunt told her she couldn't play with them. Surely there must be a reason for that; Finley wouldn't just bar her from playing with the new puppies for no good reason. Wildfire thought back to her prior mental image, involving Elwood sneaking the tiny little bundles of joy into Finley's navel. Maybe they would be too small at first? Like her initial (and mistaken) belief that the puppies would pop out of her godmother's bellybutton, this knowledge somehow felt right.

No longer bothered and forgetting that she'd already asked this just moments before, Wildfire queried, "How many are in there? Are they girls or boys? What are their names?"