Raphael smiled. There was something about grooming a happy, content dog that really warmed his heart. He knew Rose couldn't speak in this form, but still he continued to talk. He started to comb her belly, gently, since her belly was more sensitive and he wasn't trying to brush two layers of fur.

As he brushed, he began to purr again, a deep, soft purr.

This, he decided, was really nice.

He let his wings stretch a little more to soak in the sunlight streaming through the window.