There's a little bit of trepidation as she reaches to take off the blanket, but it's quickly replaced with pure awe and pleasure and a noise that may only be audible to dogs, it's so high-pitched.

"Oh! Oh oh oh! Jason, he's precious," she cries, scrambling between the seats and over the center console to sit with the carrier, sticking her fingers through the holes to stroke at the tiger's fur, its muzzle and ears. "Does he have a name? Wait, is it a boy or a girl?"