Cayde's working on growing :0) She's been to sheep twice now and looks promising. 
Here's a little poem I found that reminded me of Bodega This Dog is no simple dog
He's as strange as the trees
He's red as the mountains
And white as the seas
He runs upon Briars
Without any boots
And his eyes are as fine as
The music of flutes
And when I am risen
And ready to run
He laughs without laughter
To welcome the sun
He's the best little dog that ever has run.
From Goddess Dog
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