Redhawk Caldera you can ring anybody's bell.

At first, it was only air that passed through her little lips as she blew raspberries, along with a trace amount of foam. Abruptly, warm liquid was spouting from her wee face. As the spit-up gushed from her, Wildfire instinctively righted herself, her pudgy belly flush with the floor. A frothy, yellowish puddle spread in front of her. This time, it was Fox that bent over and took care of her mouthy (in more ways than one!) daughter.

After getting rid of the regurgitated milk, Fox ran her tongue over the puppy's face, then over her head, neck, shoulders and back. The warm, damp heaviness of it almost instantaneously lulled Wildfire to sleep. She snored loudly for all of a minute, then lapsed into the slow, steady breaths of deep sleep.