Morningside Cuesta well we can't call it pup; it needs a name

"Arushi," Day repeated, wagging his tail when he seemed to get it on the first try. And, when he looked down at the girl, Arushi seemed to describe her perfectly - everything from her squishy little face to the painted rouge patterns of her fur, to her tiny white paws. "I like it," he confirmed, tail still beating the ground. "Do you like it, little 'rushi?" he asked, nuzzling her affectionately and finding himself inordinately pleased by her sweet little form. An excited whimper escaped the distinguished male as he cuddled his daughter closer, burying her in the fur and folds of his neck while his eyes scrunched together in happiness.

A moment later, he was back to being an adult again. "And Lavender? You like that?" he verified. Lavender Arushi Morningside. It flowed.