Nova Peak before i tumble homeward.

Though it could hardly be considered exercise, Whit managed to do about six or seven throws and chases with the help of his mother before he plopped down onto his pudgy butt and turned back to Bazi, panting like crazy through a wide grin. His little heart was pounding as though he'd just run a half marathon, and even his belly was a little queasy as though he'd had a bowl full of spaghetti before he ran it.

But still, Whit was a happy little potato. Picking himself up again, he toddled over to Bazi and smashed his head against her toes with a pleasant whine. He parted his jaws then and began to gum at her paw - his own personal way of informing her that he was hungry and ready for more cuddles.