After a moment, there was a soft thump as Qwippe joined her, curling into a tight, white ball at Agnes's feet.

Truly, we are blessed! Not one, but TWO good book doggos. I would, of course, die for Litillwitte or Qwippe -- but let's face it, it's probably more likely I would have to for Litillwitte. Qwippe seems like she can take care of herself.