Chapter ThreeThe little pup squeaked as Monica examined his leg. She wasn’t a doctor, and certainly not a vet, but she knew enough to see signs of infection.
“This must have just happened, no?” The pup’s pant made her smile. She had him on her kitchen table. When she got home, she placed him there along with some very small slices of meat and a little bowl of water. He couldn’t move well on his own, and she couldn’t honestly imagine how he got so far without help. But he did. The rabbit needed to be skinned though, and it couldn’t wait.
The pup lay on the table patiently as she went to work with her skinning knife. She tore the skin from the rabbit by cutting it at the hind quarters, then pulling it down to its headless neck. The rabbit she hung over a bowl to make sure the blood was dra
