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Liffey grinned as he amended his statement, her tail wagging gently. "Maybe we aim to have thirty by the time I'm too much of a dried up old prune to reproduce?" she suggested, thinking it a fair compromise. She didn't really know when her womb would give out on her, but she knew the reality of her own life expectancy. If she could just give him five pups a year for the next six years, they could reach their goal. Not knowing what the guidebook said about limits on litter sizes, this seemed reasonable enough.