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The sensation of her nubby toes being tickled made Seal giggle. Though she didn’t have the dexterity to wiggle individual digits, she happily waved her arms stiffly in the air in approval. She felt the soft fur of her mother’s muzzle, the rigidity of her whiskers, and the leather of her wet nose. Most important was the comforting smell of being in her mother’s arms that soothed the young babe.

Life was busy for a young puppy. New experiences quickly exhausted young Seal and soon, she was asleep – telegraphed by the small REM twitches of her tail's tip.