Stavanger Bay No one dies from love

An invitation. Bridget came over, ensuring that her approach was non threatening. She was used to her three legs by now and rarely thought about it, but it would be apparent in the way she came near. If anything it made her even less of a threat.

Let me know if there’s pain. The moment you feel it. She said, sitting down beside her. Then she ran her muzzle over the area, methodically applying a gentle pressure and seeing what she could determine. In each place she was careful to check a reaction before continuing. It would tell her the exact source as well as when to stop.