Chapter 6

He saw the momma dog first, a mottled brown, gray, and white mid-sized dog of no obvious breed. This was clearly not her first litter. From the looks of her, she had suckled quite a few pups over her life. When she got close, he could see the scars and bites on her, some nearly healed and others fresh and raw. It looked like she’d been whipped on quite a bit and maybe had had to fight to defend her den and the litter.

She crouched, caught between a whimper and a snarl as he approached her. He talked in a soft voice and moved slowly, crouching to get down closer to the dog’s level. “Come on, girl. I know you’re hungry and it’s hard to take care of those babies. Come on up here and let me help you. I’ve got a warm place for you to sleep, a safe place, and full dishes.”3