It was nap time. We used to have a perfect rhythm, until (in Hazel's mind), I ruined things by weaning her. She wanted to nurse so very badly. When I wasn't cooperating, she pulled on the neck of my blouse, and bit me right on the chest. For only having enough teeth to count on one hand, it hurt, and I let her know it.
Then Millie came over and gave me a consolatory *real* puppy lick....umm, thanks, girls.