Saturday is my day to do nothing or clean house,
whatever comes first. My dogs and I enjoyed chicken livers for lunch. We had
our feet up on the porch doing nothing, when I thought about the puppies.
With all the wonderful animal advocates on the
island these babies may have been rescued already; I wondered, but mixed a tray
of kibble with a coating of liver, yum, just in case.
They ran around my car barking, clearly excited to
see the food I bring, and then scurried into the hole in the fence for safety.
I’m guessing that the only time they’ve been
handled is when the culprit snatched them from their mom for a car ride to the
country.
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| Lovely Larita |
If anyone will catch them again, they need some
pleasant time with a human, so I toss liver soaked kibble at their feet. They
still act as if they don’t know what kibble is and they hesitate to eat, but
soon they gobble what I toss a safe distance. Tossing and talking. Tossing and
talking; gradually they calm in my presence, but are far from trusting to the
point where I realized they are in a fear period of development. Since I know a
thing or two about puppy development, I spent more time tossing and talking
before putting the food trays down.
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| Moselle watching. |
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| Curly leaning into the dish. |
Frightened little puppies leaned into the food dish
as if something would grab them. I left so they could finish their meal in
peace.
In the rear view mirror I saw a couple of the
Counselor Ridge Crewe crouching towards the food. These are dogs so betrayed by
man that I can’t get near.
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