Horizon Ridge Little Angels I love you

Thistle hummed gently as her daughter looked up at her, her eyes a milky blue still. Why hello Little Atta. As Atta moved to her back Thistle pressed her nose to her belly cooing at her, and she grasped her little paws gently with her lips tickling her pads and smiling at her.

You are going to be a heartbreaker little girl aren't you, an absolute heart breaker. You might give your father heart failure before the end. She chuckled again licking the little one's head, and returning to nuzzle her tummy. She lifted her daughter gently to put her between her front paws so she could look closer at her again tickling her paws and belly with her nose.